They see ‘n I see,
but from where we see, we see things differently.
Where they see their colorful illusion, the joy of life,
I see the dreadful pallor of an unjust fright.
Where they see the endless vivid blue sky,
I see the contrails of missiles flown by.
They see the ocean waves crest high ‘n blue,
I see the mighty warships that cut them thru.
They see the gaiety in the flowery blossoms covering earth,
‘n I see blood-steeped battlefields that nourished their mirth.
They see victory parades, loyalist colors flying patriotic true,
I see military interventions, invasions, a bloody coup.
They see the exciting hustle ‘n bustle of a vibrant downtown,
While I see the rapes ‘n pillages of villages burnt down.
They see a God of mercy and love given their kin,
I see a myth fashioned to forgive them their sin.
They see energetic kids playing, happily-go-luckily,
I see inanition from empty bellies swollen hungrily.
They see birds and bees pollinating the greens,
I see the pesticides that silenced their wings.
They see pitter-patter tracks of animal trails,
‘n I see the spent ‘n littered shotgun shells.
They see comfort ‘n pleasure of companion pets,
puppies, kittens, dogs, and cats.
Well, I see the hell of slaughterhouses, factory farms,
test labs, their tortured animals, primates, ‘n rats.
They see ‘n I see, yet from where we see.
the world appears so very differently.