A Poem!

Not to get too artsy but here is a poem that came to me while out running. Yeah, sometimes that happens. 

 At Least

The Iraqi torturer takes a break

when his wife calls

She asks about balloons

for their six year old’s birthday 

The minister in the sauna

fondles the young boys 

And as he does

thinks of a line for his sermon

The lawyer lies to the judge

in the name of advocacy

Then she wonders if she needs a canopy

for her daughter's graduation 

At least I am with Saddam

At least I am for God

At least I am rich