On “Think of Others“
My utter spoiled brat status
allows me the luxury
of losing and liberating myself in metaphor
at the blink of an eye
Those who have lost the right to speak
can only dream of weaving words at will
together on paper and touchscreen
from a warm bed
as a means of venting
expressing and explaining
A most privileged of pursuitsit is
My streams of consciousness
a personal and political pastiche
Thank you for reminding me
of my great fortune
Your eminency, Mr. Darwish