Turning the blind eye

Watching it from my view,

Behind this scrim of armor

And weapon, blocked-out;

A bird striking the living-room

Window, they throw their

Problems and lives to you

For pity and a free resolution

“Mister! Fix it, Mister!”

“Habibi! Mister, money for the baby!”

Fix my life Mister – fix humanity

They only see the insides, not the glass.

Our eyes have grown deaf to it.

And as they inflict on themselves

Pain of varied forms, culturally

Acceptable here but nowhere really,

You are saddened by some void

Within, not because you empathize

But because you do not.

About anotherwarriorpoet

Mathew Bocian served as a Captain in the United States Army with the Stryker Brigade and was deployed to Mosul and Tal'Afar in 2004 - 2005, and to Baghdad for The Surge in 2007 - 2008. He left the Army in 2012 and now uses his poetry as a way to heal from the traumas of war, while attempting to express to readers the realities of war. He is the recipient of the Bronze Star and Purple Heart, and holds a master's from the Graduate School for Public and International Affairs at the University of Pittsburgh.
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