Through rusty foliage
on an early
Autumn morn sweet freedom soughs.
Desperate hunger replaced
by fond anticipation. A crowning breath,
sapid respite, a gift not denied.
I have requited much,
But persevered,
Ten-thousand days awaiting but one.
Walled behind vindictive condemnation,
Witness to an alien world. Viewed
through newspaper windows
and magazine screens.
I've been fed and clothed and showered
(Moreso than most transient folk.)
I'd eagerly trade a few remorseful years
to be hungry and free. Regret
is most heavy
behind the wall.
Victimization is
to deny other of choice.
Governed by fear
and fed with overcooked vengeance,
where does the victim-line end?
Civil trepidation is gravid with child
and there is no limit
to casualty. Just another morsel
to feed the demagogues.
A blind and toothless horde
of angry Benevolents; revolving,
expanding, adding victims
and victimizers) and
more victims (and more victimizers)
'til the lines are blurred.
Casualties conjoined for lack of choice
chasing redemption. Entwined
we'll sob and hurt
Ten-thousand days more
Awaiting but one.
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