A poem by Jess Semaan
Death by shrapnel
Cuts your limbs
Escape shrapnels
Come to America
Marry to stay
Pay to stay
Or fail to stay
Come to America
Die a million way
But die slow
Here is a formula
Leave a home
Because war
And never return
Because war
Die slow
Because war
In America
There is no war
But
There is
a bullet in your spine
poison in your water
chemicals in your food
In America
You will be asked to grow
Without water or sun
You will wither
And they will say
But we gave water and sun
It must be their bodies