hard rain…

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

 

no place like home…

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