Fields Of Coffee Beans

Cups of coffee beans; Like the woman that I'm not. Like every other tree, to know her hand. Is where I stand. Both drink coffee free and pay the cost. Am I supposed to be afraid. Some over reached and can't put back. Christian and each Muslim and or theorists. and Terrorists like beans, when ripe who picked, to know I'm not, I don't. Bombs fall like little beans from the sky. I am American, I think I am. When I think one's not, You are. When last you checked, I checked you not. When is it war, when it is not. All our lives. These beans you could have mixed with sugar. Instead you grind them up. I watch her as she picks one up, I dropped. I dropp another, it is just a game we play with each other. She dropps two more out back, in front one grows. My beans grow bitter and do they Roast your hand.