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                       Who Will Come to Save Me Now?
                       (written during the first Gulf War)

When did I become so hardened to human suffering?

Who is this monster I do not recognize,
who can sit in front of a T.V.
watching a war as though it were a mini-series?

Who taught me this trick
of accepting the destruction
of 20,000 people
in the blinking of an eye?

When did I learn to look at babies -
with bloated stomachs,
crawling with flies,
starving to death in countries
with names I cannot pronounce -
as though they have nothing to do with me?

Who is this creature I cannot abide:
who would sooner part
with his humanity than with his cash;
who can dismiss all of the homeless
with a backward flick of the wrist -
the way Pontius Pilate
dismissed a barefooted rebel,
dressed in rags -
like so much rubbish,
too despicable to be touched
with his clean Roman hands.

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