The crowds always
looked the same
on every street corner there,
people with disheveled hair,
the look of desperation
hanging out
near the local burger joints.
I found it very strange
to see Western
corporate business operations
so out of place.
Like who really wants to eat
a burger and fries
in a war zone?
Maybe it wasn't desperation
& when I look back
and think about it,
it seemed more like anger,
not hunger.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 3:50 PM UTC
The crowds always
looked the same
on every street corner there,
people with disheveled hair,
the look of desperation
hanging out
near the local burger joints.
I found it very strange
to see Western
corporate business operations
so out of place.
Like who really wants to eat
a burger and fries
in a war zone?
Maybe it wasn't desperation
& when I look back
and think about it,
it seemed more like anger,
not hunger.
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