Wake Up And Smell The Falafel

We better wake up and smell the falafel

and go to bed always dreaming of waffles

let’s peel some potatoes and make shepherds pie

and get ourselves a fresh lamb sandwich on rye

lets eat our way through old imperial colonies

and grill our sandwiches on naan

with a dozen types of cheese…

but won’t you please leave your cuisine

when Uncle Sam sends you home

no hard feelings,

peace, and paz

salaam, and shalom

we sure don’t want a wall

but we pay for each brick

and American food

just keeps making us sick

but we can’t pick fresh fruit

when the tree is cut down

and where is our conscience

as more refugees drown

and our towns and our cities

were all built on graves

and both Main Street and Wall Street

were built up by slaves

and today’s refugees are all tired

hungry

and poor

and they are all victims

of imperial war

so smell the falafel

and thank God that it’s here

because it’s delicious

and there’s nothing to fear

except fear itself

and of course bigotry

and hatred

and violence

and inhumanity

and bricks in the wall

and bombs in the sky

and MRAP’s on the Boulevard

and a plank in your eye.

About soitgoes1984

I live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean in the Hawaiian Kingdom which is currently illegally occupied by the American government and military. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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