To Kurdish peoples of undisclosed lands
that were yours by right of blood, the kind
that flows and the kind that spills out.
I write as someone who matters nothing.
Those are the ones who will tell you the truth.
The others will tell you the opportunity
just wasn’t there yet. You had no idea
liberty took so long, not when it rode in
on the foaming Gulf, screaming across
the dusty skies of sun-baked Kuwait.
