Bitter

One this date, nine years ago, my fellow countrymen with tear filled eyes and angry, furrowed brows, had the taste of revenge on their palates and belly's that craved the satiation of avenging the murder of their loved ones. With one eye taken they in turn seek to take the eye of another. With blind faith, like rats running up the ropes of a sinking ship, they followed their leader into a war that would take more civilian lives than any other war save the systematic attempted annihilation of the Jews by Nazi Germany. Why don't your eyes cry for the loss of those civilian Iraq citizens? Afghanistan civilians? Countless numbers of family's murdered. Children disfigured. Fatherless families. Piles of rubble. Smell of burned flesh and rotting bodies. Where are your furrowed brows now? Is your belly full, or do you crave more? Have you settled your scores? It is so much easier to see the amputation of a child's leg from stepping on explosives when that child is wearing Muslim robes, isn't it? His blood...her screams of pain...the tears falling down her cheeks...him carrying the body of his baby boy, walking...not knowing where....just walking...the children crying over the bodies of their mothers, praying to Allah that their screams will bring the life back in them. Those piles of rubble that once housed hundreds of families....much easier on the heart strings when they lay upon a sandy terrain under a hot sun... Put on a pair of wrangler jeans, take that "thing" off your head lady, learn to speak English without an accent, paint your face white, and bleach your hair blonde, then....maybe....my fellow countrymen will mourn the murder of your family as they mourned the murder of their own. On this day, I'm SO proud to be an "American".