Drought

The clouds are trying to speak thunder.
They crack like Arabic men discussing
The state of Islam.

They go loud over one another,

“ISIS will be on our door.”

“Fool! ISIS is on our door.”

Spit does not clean blood
Nor does loud talk

“It needs to rain, baba,
The land is cracking apart.”

The naivety of youth
Trying to cut through
Ancient philosophy
With millennial politics

“What is this rain boy?”

This rain is Hellfire, baba,
Semi-active laser homing;
Millimeter wave asshole seeker.

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