"As the morning dawned"
Woke up this morning
looking at metal bars scabbed with rust
giving way to wind's acid gust
outside the window.
Beyond clouds grazing on blue meadows,
floating in that autistic manner
without the babel nor the clamour,
so emancipated from the earth.
Taking a wide berth
from the aches and pains wrinkling her skin,
beaten, betrayed by her own kin-
people just like me,
who hide behind bars yet think they're free.
People that through crime, war and treason
begin tapping into the reason
of why we exist yet do not live,
take yet do not give.
So I kept looking at clouds beyond
metal bars as this morning dawned
to the wind humming.