I just want to be held and forget
my dreams of the body innocent
I dream of seeing and feeling
my skin, my flesh, my body
burned and sterilized by political discord
My mama didn’t care for me
just so governments could poison me,
like a roach in the kitchen.
My body, bathed in golden years of summers
is to be baked like a bird.
A gambling chip of the smallest order
to be traded between powers
in games of war.
Pride, greed and patriotism
make them blind to natural things
like the skin, and flesh, and dreams
of the body innocent.