i blame a lot of things on the atlantic.

My heart aches, and they give me a pill.
I ask them instead, to please shrink the Atlantic.

I blame a lot of things on the Atlantic
From whose geometry emerges isolation and apathy
Without whose geometry would not exist Orientalism and Occidentalism

I blame a lot of things on the Atlantic
The Atlantic has too much water
Had it been a capillary
I would have skipped over it
To see grandma.

Had it been a capillary
I would have skipped over it
And sprinted to see the men
Dropping the Barrels
To stop them, to force them to remember
Who they were before

Had it been a capillary
You would have skipped over it
And I would have welcomed you to another home
In Houston, until you could go back to Homs.

(9 million people are displaced from Syria, largely without safe and dignified places to live.)

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