The Sign
Behind bars--they?re rusty--
Caught in this dusty square trap.
I gaze toward the outside, but too many more peek within,
Amused. Like leeches,
They cling on to the metal,
Their heavy ignorance trampling my aspirations.
I never again will behold that gentle touch
Never again that love, that care,
Never again the vibrant greens.
But the sign won?t say that.
I am not saved, I am lost
In this alien world of dust.
Dust, ropes, iron, and dust.
It?s all I know but not what I wish to remember.
I?m cared for but not loved,
Alive, but dead as the dirt around me.
I come from the green but live in the brown.
I am not myself.
But the sign won?t say this.
The giants in tan shirts
Assume that I?m over it,
That it was their hands that saved me
And not removed.
Yes, with a bang a comrade died,
Another mother, another tender, another nurser
But why was I to face the consequences?
The sign won?t say this.