For those who live in a land of great darkness, a light will shine
-Isaiah 9:2
While waiting in the dark for an escort to the gate To the prison gate, to the parking lot Beyond the moonlit coils of razor wire A Voice from a darker place cries to me:
“I’M TIRED OF THIS *!
I’M TIRED OF THIS *!
I’M TIRED OF THIS **!
Hey, mister!”
Self: “Yes?”
Voice: “Tell those people to let me out of here!”
Self: “I will, but they don’t often listen to me.”
With wry and ancient humor the Voice laughs.
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