Unearned Hate

One day, after the war I was
Walking from my grad school class
Contemplating why I’m the only
30 year old in that class and why
Whenever I speak, I get blank stares
Can they not comprehend? And on
The corner of Bigelow and Forbes
A commotion was astir that had
Me on edge but when I crossed
The street, I stopped in the middle;
On one corner the Jewish Student Union
The other, the Young Supporters of Palestine
SCREAMING bloody hell at each other
Holding homemade signs, and lattes
Smart phones. Hash-tagging exploits
Spewing the most ridiculous things
Back and forth. From the middle of the
Road I looked at each side. What do they
Know about hate? Other than what
They’ve read or watched on TV
Where did they earn this false hate?
“You’re Both fucking morons!” I scream
I am unheard; was that said on the inside
Or outside? I don’t know
If the crowds were actually there, that
I also cannot say

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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