the drums of war against us
played out daily on the bus
no fare, no fair
they pull our hair
pay your fee
and don't assault me
take a walk
or better yet, a taxi
then let's talk;
but instead he attacks me.
no, no, we cannot walk
our safety takes a back seat
to words softly spoken
from lofty heights on harrison street.
swords are nice to carry
yet forbidden by prince harry
no mace
bruises on your face
no defense
makes no sense
stay in the seat
don't wield your feet
just drive down the street
no parry, no thrust
the silence is unjust --
we're just nuts on the bus.
put us in a cage
like animals in a zoo
it's another outrage
nothing better to do.
put us in a cage
like animals in a zoo
it's another outrage
nothing better to do.
no, no, we cannot walk
our safety takes a back seat
to words softly spoken
from lofty heights on harrison street.
--deacon in blue
Now that's poetry in motion !!
ReplyDeleteThank you! I don't usually publish poetry here, and I'm a bit rusty at it, but this one just exploded out of me one night. It's in response to the latest in a flurry of assaults here, and it upsets us all. I appreciate your comment!
DeleteCool thoughts might be interesting to read into public commentary at a Board meeting....
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