Not shell-shocked. No splintered bones for me
And I’m not on my way to the hospital
I am fine. Blasts are far from where I am
I didn’t board the bus with drunk goons for company
My intestines did not angrily coil around that rusted rod
I am fine. The rapists are far from where I am
No Swiss accounts for me and no kick-backs
No IB, CBI, and Interpol crawling on my spine
I am fine. Scamsters are far from where I am
But then why am I in this cocoon of fear, and why
Are my limbs so far from me?
I cannot point out.
I cannot run.
I cannot fight.
Only the insane protest and the sane just live their lives.
I am fine. Insanity is far from where I am
21 February 2013