A poem about how fear of terrorism is controlling our lives to the subtle victory of our enemies.
My teeth have that feel of furriness
My hair is a scruffy sight
My body odour is in duress
And my face doesn’t feel quite right
His teeth bright white a striking gent
He walks down a city street
His hair is slick and he wears a scent
His complexion looks a treat
So who am I and who is he?
I’m a traveler on a flight
He’s a terrorist living free
While I’m stripped of basic right
For my life is restricted whenever I fly
No liquids over 100ml in size
No toothpaste, hair gel, deodorant, or lotion can I buy
In case I mix them to the aircraft’s demise!
New safety rules and restrictions are rife
We think we are foiling their plight
We happily alter our quality of life
Giving terrorists the edge in this fight
Until fear ceases to control our minds
The war on terror is lost
They affect our lives but we are blind
It’s time to evaluate the cost
The cost of living and cost of our time
Fuel surcharges and security checks
One would think it’s us that committed a crime
As traveling becomes evermore complex
So until that tipping point comes in our lives
I’ll check my luggage and not take it onboard
I’ll wait patiently for my bag and hope it arrives
For with these new restrictions I must accord
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1 comment:
I think it's interesting how you position the rest of us as 'victims' of terrorism. Most people are indeed ignorant as to how much 'control' the terrorists are having over our lives through simple daily things like being able to carry our liquid toiletries on board the plane. Pretty soon, we might have to even take off our shoes when boarding the plan for fear of small bomb devices we could be putting in our shoes!!
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