Western Black Soldier
by Sabrina Dawkins
You were a soldier
for Israel.
They gave you money
to buy things you liked.
I heard the gunfire
and ducked.
Then I saw a body lying
face down
on the floor
with black straight hair.
I saw you, with brown skin,
look at it and shrug.
Vietnam all over again,
except you volunteered,
not for honor or to protect,
but for things that perish.
I know they taught you in school
that this is our country too.
But I tell you, it’s not.
You are simply a tool
being used
to advance another’s cause,
a vehicle ridden by fake Jews
for the naive elephant to ram
and destroy
instead of the driver
seated high above.