What I Want Poem by Hussein Kassim

I want to write a poem about a white Porsche
That I'd like to own at this very moment
Then I'd call it my little duck
After having dropped a few bucks
I'd love to finish studying first though
Then I'd have money to buy some more


I want to write a poem about my little authoring dream
Some say new writers are shallow, predictable and boring
I can bet that those who said that were just snoring
In the comfort of their beds killing a little child's dream
They haven't heard the silent scream
That I saved in my computer
Still writing my first chapter


I want to write a poem about a white V8
That I'd like to own when i reach at most twenty eight
Then I'd drive from the east side to the west side
Don't get me wrong, I have never been motivated by sheer vanity
Because I love to write standing in my pantry
Where spaghetti makes me think of doing poetry


I want to write a poem about the Thursday massacre
That left our brothers and sisters addled
As long as the mist hangs o'er the mountains
And as long as mankind lives on this earth
These terrorists will never succeed
They tried skulking in the safety of their hostel rooms
And our prayers are with those who suffered the grief
And a curse for those who caused the grief