Democratic Ink colored her thumb blue.
Pride, this day, beamed from smiles in the Wild West.
Our eyes met, I saw humanity, too.
Freedom to choose, maybe, freedom to rest.
A reflection on the 2005 elections in Ramadi, Iraq
Democratic Ink colored her thumb blue.
Pride, this day, beamed from smiles in the Wild West.
Our eyes met, I saw humanity, too.
Freedom to choose, maybe, freedom to rest.
The collection of Liberties:
Freedom of Expression, to protest.
Freedom of Thought, to think.
Freedom of Press, to write.
Autonomy the right to self-governance.
Taken these for granted, my own privilege.
Only, by virtue of where I was born.
Tragedy is, though, without this knowledge,
my freedoms, ultimately, may be torn
I said no words that day.
I gave them space to practice.
I watched with pride.
I witnessed history.
Regardless of the border closing down.
Despite the limited curfew hours.
Notwithstanding the traffic bans in town.
Our troops stand guard in high-armored towers.
Ink is proof they are no longer oppressed.
Victory in Al Anbar; Wild Wild West.
