before the wall
came down,
there were lines
12 hours long
for bread and kielbasa;
and nuclear warheads raced
rhetoric east to west,
and back,
and rhetoric won...
I sat on a train
westbound,
idling on the left side
of the border
the 'gestapos' stormed aboard
with their black leather boots
knee-high;
stern angled faces
missing smiles;
eyes of winter
and steel,
unblinking....blue,
sending chills through
and through
'you,' he said
pointing at me
his open fist
flipping the universal
'come here' signal...
60 minutes later
he conceded...
reluctantly...
the 15-year old
black face smiling
in the mug shot
on my passport
was indeed....me
not some ****** student
trying to flee
the misery
behind those curtains
to freedom...
without walls 12-feet high
topped by razor-edged rolls
of barbed wire;
without food lines
12-hours long;
where choice
and opportunity
know no bounds...
~ P (Pablo)
(8/7/2013)
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 12:44 PM UTC
before the wall
came down,
there were lines
12 hours long
for bread and kielbasa;
and nuclear warheads raced
rhetoric east to west,
and back,
and rhetoric won...
I sat on a train
westbound,
idling on the left side
of the border
the 'gestapos' stormed aboard
with their black leather boots
knee-high;
stern angled faces
missing smiles;
eyes of winter
and steel,
unblinking....blue,
sending chills through
and through
'you,' he said
pointing at me
his open fist
flipping the universal
'come here' signal...
60 minutes later
he conceded...
reluctantly...
the 15-year old
black face smiling
in the mug shot
on my passport
was indeed....me
not some ****** student
trying to flee
the misery
behind those curtains
to freedom...
without walls 12-feet high
topped by razor-edged rolls
of barbed wire;
without food lines
12-hours long;
where choice
and opportunity
know no bounds...
~ P (Pablo)
(8/7/2013)
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