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Holding Cell


The rain pats down the concrete floor,
thunder claps the cell door,
wind steps past as guard,
and willow as mother weeps.

Rain that fills the ocean,
the rivers, streams and seas,
won't you now pardon us,
we want to go back Home?

"NO!", claps a gavel's rumble!

"YOU'VE TIME LEFT YET TO STAY
TOO MANY LESSONS YET TO LEARN
TOO MANY THINGS YET TO SAY!"

Harder now it drops,
humanity gives a sigh,
"I thought we were out of here?"

"YOU'VE WARS THAT END TONIGHT!

"But we weep? We beg of you!"

"THE BEGGING'S BEEN DONE,
YOU'VE LOST FREEDOM TO YOUR NOISE!"

BOOM BOOM, goes the cover of sun!

"WARS AND RUMORS TO THEIR BUNKS!"

All aches end at the clanging door,
sleepless birdsong's soon erupt.
Rain, thunder, wind, willow, dreams,
Peace and Love...

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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