memories rain upon a tin roof so gentle at first almost soothing but as night hours linger dark clouds begin to gather and the rain pours down harder than when they were not memories somehow returning pain is stronger than its first moments were we not taught that time heals all but apparently not the pain of memories in the night
this sad place without relief is home each confinement cell has been carefully designed to imprison dreams we have all been ushered here like repulsive rats corralled into an inequity maze from geopolitical borders borders near america australia israel greece and a host of other nations each with its own brand of human humiliation humiliation intended to break the soul into fragments of desperation despicable crimes against those seeking freedom policies such as separating families knowing full well family was why freedom was sought in the first place how strange that those who should be most aware refuse to recall their own history stranger still that the voice of hope should be answered with the voice of death
