We are so scared.
We are such bullies.
We keep spending billions
on the war machine.
A young man sits
alone on a bridge
over the Chicago River.
He has an ugly, weeping
wound on his leg.
People turn away.
We throw more money
at war stuff that is
obsolete as soon as
it is made.
We are so scared.
We are such bullies.
We turn away
from weeping wounds.