Eastern Saloon
The foreign policy of America
Swings open like saloon doors
Surprised analytical eyes swing
Round in their seats.
Conflict is inevitable.
Cowboys and Indians
Cowboys and Arabs
Cowboys and Chinese
Cowboys and Greeks
The Eastern Saloon and the changing of seats
No one sits easy on their chair anymore.
A thunder of fidgets and staring at the door
Arms Dealers for barmen [...]
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