The Barber Shop

The Towers still stand
on a wall in Kifl
framed by jagged dirt
and threatened by American guns
in the hands of courageous soldiers
with dust in their eyes.

Another business falls
to a deceitful monopoly
that singes hair and skin
off of customer skulls
and destroys any reason
to visit the Towers.

And so they will crumble
in Kifl as well
as the painting melts
from freedom into suffering
with bombs from the top floor
and the fires consuming all hope.