Conflict
What I needed was
Another crisis
I can’t control
Little sores popping up on your legs
Like genocide in Darfur
Or protests in Bahrain
Outbreaks of conflict
Reminding me that good intentions
Never change anything
There are no actions I can take
I wonder if the beaches of Palestine
Are as pretty as your face
When I kiss you, I feel the warmth of the sun
But I keep watching for rockets