Today
I have carried a pack under suspicion
Eyed by tribal minded ignorants
Who seek to be saved from last week's disaster
Which they clearly were not part of.
When young I would have angered
And shot back hate
But now I softly offer smiles
And quiet pity for their mistake
Their fear everywhere
Ill-equipped hatred
Indistinguishable from brotherhood
Throughout the City of Man.
Here,
Once you have passed the guards
And gates and magic wards
They offer free electricity
But not free water
And those in tailored clothes sit tapping
Oblivious of location, of space, of fear.
A young couple carousel
Like the escalator is an aisle
Oblivious of location, of space, of fear.
Spinning in a dream
A progeninating dream of dreams
And it seems to me
That mine were once alike, light
And floated like zeppelins
But now their broke, tear soaked
Components parts
Weigh down
So much more cumbersome to carry.
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