Burn flags and protest
Burn flags! Stomp!
Raise misspelled slogans
painted in red
on flimsy cardboard over your head
and yell: death to the West!
Get organized! For once in your life.
Put out that cheap cigarette, march.
What a perfect angry mob.
You take orders so well. Look up.
There’s your leader in the crowd,
make sure the camera’s on you,
wait for his cue
and holler into the sky: America must die!
Join hands. Rally for a worthy cause;
fight your police.
Defend your religion of peace,
your freedom of speech, your beliefs,
with guns and grenades.
The world should understand
that you are enraged.
Go on and protest!
It is your democratic right
in an autocratic land. Ignite
fires: this is how you fight.
to another flag. For once, you’ll feel alive.
When you’re done chanting for the night
go home to your family, go back to your life.
Feed them lies!
Teach your kids how to terrorize.
Sit down for a Big Mac and a Happy Meal
while you generalize
about a corrupt nation.
Then send them – eight years later –
for a proper education:
a business or an engineering degree
from a reputable university
like Stanford or MIT
Don’t give up the fight!
Curse the West.
Wail, flail, denounce,
threaten to avenge.
You have every right
to turn up the beat, to light
and demand a visa, a minaret.