The Artists Know
What drives me? Why do I wake up in the morning? The world is falling apart. From the Middle East to New Orleans everyone is killing each other. George Bush is an asshole. An asshole that has the world in his hands and he's destroying it. I sometimes wonder why I am going to school to get a degree that I may only use for a couple of years before it ends. I don't know why I'm complaining. I still have the option to go to school and even to work. Some people don't even have that. I have friends, family, and a boyfriend that loves me (and I love them). There are such horrible things happening right now. How would it feel to have to wake up in the morning and thank god that you weren't blown up. You're hungry and have have no food, the local market was blown up last night and it's raining and the baby is sick and crying. The thing you married doesn't look at you, and who cares, she's just a woman. So you have to be the man and go to another market in another town to by a loaf a bread. You don't put on your shoes, because they were stolen, and you leave. A couple of places down an American soldier with an AK47 stops and begins yelling at you in a English. You don't understand so you just keep repeating that you love America and Coca-Cola and that George Bush is good and Osama is evil. They don't listen. They throw you on the ground and start grabbing you. "Fucking Arabs, You're all pieces of shit and murders. I hate you and could go home if it wasn't for you!" Just keep repeating...love America...love your Bush... Then they stop and walk away. You get up and continue on. The rain stops. A hummer drives by and splashes you, but you're already wet so it doesn't matter...