Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Been Here Before

Isn't it amazing no matter how loud the music you can always hear your mother's call
There it was faint but compelling

I need help it screamed
As before my first thoughts are do not panic

The text that makes your day 
The sounds and smells so familiar but unwelcome

Life goes on but here it stops for some

The juxtaposition of socio and educational classes

Police that shot and family that prays for same man

Long hours spent standing, intimate conversations with strangers
Blood, sweat and tears are here
Standing side by side with hope and fear

I've been here before, smiled at the guards, been ignored by doctors
Never know what torture standing for 10 hours could be

So, here I am again,  doing the short drive for the long walk


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