Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Human Trafficking/ Poets United

Human Trafficking

stalled in the traffic                  a hobo rides the train               where are we going

and where did we come from               blood sweat and tears   bundled together

sinew and bone                        enclose the heart within            a tower tall

captured in a prison                 the clock strikes the hour         always in the middle

chains to hold                          the only thing free                    is your breath

do not be shy                           take it all                                  fill the lungs

hands tied                                the mind is free                        free to remember

memories don’t cost a dime      slipped into an envelope          mailed across country

take it away                              we all long for freedom            a place that is mine

July 30, 2017