The Ever Changing Profile

No matter who interprets reality, With highlighted dots... Or colored crayons used, To achieve an understanding. We are a product of our isolated environments. Be they an ethnic mix. Or separated by choice of racist comforts... Paraded through streets, To honor one's heritage. When we are given reason to celebrate... During one of those monthly ethnic weeks. And that ignorance that divides us all... Is the same ignorance we defend, When our delusions of who we are, And those standards we value... Are offended. Depending on how those insults are delivered. And by whom. And whatever those ties we keep, Belonging to ancestors romanticized, Who had little or nothing to do... With the polluting of today's atmosphere, Is kept glamorized. We are fine with keeping them as our heroes. And hopefully we pray with faith, They are not looking down upon us... With eyes spying. Observing us lose our tempers, With tremendous rudeness... As we together stand in unity, In a crowded fast food restaurant, Hoping what has been ordered... Doesn't take too much longer, Before we get to eat it. Without a single thought, Of being threatened by terrorists... To cross our minds. Until we all are reminded by the media... Our treasured lifestyle is so envied, We must be alerted to take pre-caution. And this we do... As we wonder while munching, And sipping on diet soft drinks... Which one of us fits, The ever changing profile... Of a lunatic! 'Why are you carrying that huge book around? ' ~This is my collection of the different looks of terrorists. Everyday I need to updat it, To keep abreast of who will be depicted as one next.~ 'They have the best 'fries' here.' ~I agree.~ 'Do you have a recent picture of Bin Laden? ' ~No, not yet. I am waiting for his next video release.~