American Toys

Tired of moving... and those visions in my head painting me pictures of leaving over and over. I don't know why I hate leaving. I have nothing to miss. I have no heart that misses... I am isolated with a thin invisible layer of ice that can not be broken, it has been tested by many bombs. I am trying to think why do I hate leaving, there is only one reason, it reminds me of the first time I ever left and believe me I left a lot behind.

What about you America? Aren't you tired of leaving? I don't think so... I don't think you have left anything behind... you are too young to understand what does it mean to leave your heart somewhere and go to the other side of the world without it. You are too young to stop staring at your image in the mirror . The mirror that is not more than an imaginary portrait you carry around to convince everyone that it is you. You are too young and foolish, you will see scary things when you grow up. Be always ready America for the time your fake mirror will stop lying to you. 

Faces pass by. Faces come and faces go. Empty eyes sliding away without leaving any trace.

America, why this city makes me feel so old?
Why do I feel like I have lived a thousand years and I am interested in nothing new or old. Why do I wake up every morning sad. I tried the American way food and shopping, didn't work. The Iraqi way, calling home, worked for the one night until morning came back and stripped away all the comfort my mother's voice has left.

America! Why am I telling you this? It is not like you care about how I feel. I told you America, you are too young and too foolish to care about how we feel. You are like a child, bored child, that needs interesting toys all the time to be entertained and not hurt himself. Iraq was a game that got too complicated for you so you found your closing line, it is Iraqis responsibility to finish the game. you bribed some murderers and bought some gangs to fight your wars and left. Left to your other more interesting toy Afghanistan. One would think that you have learned from the past that some games can grow into nightmares, but you never learn. You don't even admit it. Do you tell your self that you just go to higher more challenging level of games, is that what you thought of Alqaeda and Taliban?

Enjoy playing America.... One day playing time will be over and  you will grow , though it is  already too late.