Charles Darnay
08-14-2006, 11:37 AM
Airport Security
I have seen the world propelled backwards
From where I sit in my own lonely spot.
I have known the digression of my fellow beings,
Realizing that what it is to live, they have forgot.
Terror plagues us all, but none more than here.
At an airport metal detector, there is nothing but anxiety and fear:
As we constantly force rules down their throats,
We heard them as we please like goats.
They scramble to thrown down their luggage and their coats,
And they look at me with hatred in their eyes –
As if I were responsible for these lies?
First, as they passed through, we made them turn on cameras and laptops;
They questioned why.
“We have to check that your camera or laptop does not contain explosives”
They said that was a dirty lie.
“I’m just doing my job sir.”
They said that I should go and die.
Next, we insisted that all shoes be removed,
If nothing else for the success of terrorism to be proved.
Once again they questioned why.
“We have to make sure there’s no anthrax in your shoes.”
They said that was a lie.
“I’m just doing my job ma’am.”
They said that I should go and die.
Soon we forbade any common object that has a point:
Nail clippers, pencils, and the like.
And of course they questioned why.
“Someone could use these items to harm others”
They said that was a lie.
“I’m just doing my job sir.”
They said I should go and die.
Now we forbid you to take any electronics with you in your handbags,
Everything you take must be placed in your stowaway,
Where we chuck your valuables in a pile,
And lose your luggage for a little while.
Where nearly half the time your luggage is broke,
And when you complain about it, we treat it like a joke.
They wanted to know why we forbade electronics.
I gave them the same answer as before.
They told me that I was an *******.
I gave them the same answer as before.
Now we are planning on banning all clothes.
You never know where explosive can hide.
When you approach me, you will be forced to strip down to the bone.
We will return your clothes when you return home.
You may hate me now,
You may wonder why I am so cruel.
You may tell me to go to Hell,
You may wish to drown me in your pool.
And in a monotonic way I will reply.
“I’m just doing my job, don’t ask me why”.
I have seen the world propelled backwards
From where I sit in my own lonely spot.
I have known the digression of my fellow beings,
Realizing that what it is to live, they have forgot.
Terror plagues us all, but none more than here.
At an airport metal detector, there is nothing but anxiety and fear:
As we constantly force rules down their throats,
We heard them as we please like goats.
They scramble to thrown down their luggage and their coats,
And they look at me with hatred in their eyes –
As if I were responsible for these lies?
First, as they passed through, we made them turn on cameras and laptops;
They questioned why.
“We have to check that your camera or laptop does not contain explosives”
They said that was a dirty lie.
“I’m just doing my job sir.”
They said that I should go and die.
Next, we insisted that all shoes be removed,
If nothing else for the success of terrorism to be proved.
Once again they questioned why.
“We have to make sure there’s no anthrax in your shoes.”
They said that was a lie.
“I’m just doing my job ma’am.”
They said that I should go and die.
Soon we forbade any common object that has a point:
Nail clippers, pencils, and the like.
And of course they questioned why.
“Someone could use these items to harm others”
They said that was a lie.
“I’m just doing my job sir.”
They said I should go and die.
Now we forbid you to take any electronics with you in your handbags,
Everything you take must be placed in your stowaway,
Where we chuck your valuables in a pile,
And lose your luggage for a little while.
Where nearly half the time your luggage is broke,
And when you complain about it, we treat it like a joke.
They wanted to know why we forbade electronics.
I gave them the same answer as before.
They told me that I was an *******.
I gave them the same answer as before.
Now we are planning on banning all clothes.
You never know where explosive can hide.
When you approach me, you will be forced to strip down to the bone.
We will return your clothes when you return home.
You may hate me now,
You may wonder why I am so cruel.
You may tell me to go to Hell,
You may wish to drown me in your pool.
And in a monotonic way I will reply.
“I’m just doing my job, don’t ask me why”.