This is a poem about complicity and guilt; the conflicted population of a rich nation that views with anxiety war crimes elsewhere in the world, but is unwilling or unable to take action.
Kaminsky, as his biography explains, is deaf, the child of Jewish refugees in America, escaping from discrimina...
And when they bombed other people's houses, we
protested
but not enough, we opposed them but not
enough. I was
in my bed, around my bed America
was falling: invisible house by invisible house by invisible house.
I took a chair outside and watched the sun.
In the sixth month
of a disastrous reign in the house of money
in the street of money in the city of money in the country of money,
our great country of money, we (forgive us)
lived happily during the war.
We Lived Happily During the War was written by Ilya Kaminsky.
We Lived Happily During the War was produced by Poetry Foundation.