confusion staring spells uncontrollable jerking movements loss of consciousness and awareness fear anxiety and deja vu erratic movements striking others resulting in injuries and deaths to its own children and citizens a nation out of control
eyes move slowly concealing fear heavy boots drug like bodies across cold concrete floors are seen from beneath thin thermal sheets heart beats racing chasing shallow breaths dried tears cling like arms around a parent’s waist are the only trace of moments best forgotten this cannot be the dream the dream shared by so many before leaving for freedom this cannot be este no puede ser el sueño
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
the explosion will send shards of hot metal and warm human flesh in all directions the victims will have no chance for survival since the driver has been excessively speeding speeding in an armored vehicle plated with privilege privilege that no one chose to challenge even those charged with the responsibility to slow irrationale drivers failed to disrupt the illogical course of a nation letting a driver under the influence of power to not only demolish a nation’s history but also its people
another holy day the word will be spoken prayers will be said then the killing will continue the poor will still starve the dishonest will be deified false prophets will pursue political power
back porch silhouettes spring leaves clinging to trees like memories of youth it’s shopping day a short drive to the market in a car he almost always drove on the list lettuce and carrots for the cute bunnies that visit the backyard each evening welcomed company seven frozen dinners for the week some lemonade and a large bottle of vodka
