A poem for Obama

B ehold, our people drink up the filthy water
H ungry and ill, we breathe deep the killing air
O ur guts and lungs churn with bitter chemistry,
P oison and pain we lock inside our bodies,
A massing these toxic treasures, we let no-one else share them:
L aw, politics, justice, these are the names of our diseases.

PREM NIZAR HAMEED
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