I walk alone through the country
where they murdered my mother
incited by the political valets
of big business, our country

     which shapes my thoughts
     and hides my longing body
     and your longing body
     under collective fear

          which is still held hostage
          by the many-headed dragon of
          the arrogant screamers who drive
          us into war in their interests

               which leaves me standing alone
               next to the barracks and the new
               golf course of the businessmen, I call
               upon all the wise men, saints and angels

                    in the midst of the whirlwind
                    of suffering that does not exist
                    in the mouths of the spokesmen -
                    made invisible by their breath