Through The Lenses Poem by Atef Ayadi

i have a pair of glasses
since i was
twenty two or three.
i do not remember.
but i am sure, it happened because of school.
too much focus on
one foot distance,
consistently, and
persistently for too long?

much of what we all hear
is coming through few lenses,
a mass of thousand of cowboys
films about a
beautiful nice,
decent
cowboys and bad
'savage' natives.
a rambo against asians,
a ten box movie or an xxx clips.
countering an alleged terrorist with heavy toys
and a bug of tricks.
a jacksonian
quid pro quo,
heroes against an isolated villains.
a typical western commercial ad,
western pro
pa
ganda,
con u ganda,
or
countering the bad news
about the asylum seekers
to rwanda!

much like the story of
babies,
taking from incubators, and the ambassador
daughter crying as she was told and trained.
the west is a lying machine.
simply it is like all commercial ads,
a short recording of a video game,
an ''harmless'' add-on,
a silent microsoft patches,
or updates that are needed
to secure the integrity
of the system,
said bill, against the trojan horses.