Speaking to the poor unseen people
talking of dreams of riding boxcars,
homelessness, and eating soup from skeletons
as the guy behind me plays invisible drums,
cello and a trumpet
to the beat of the poem yelled from the speakers
encompassed in drugs, that circles the world in a hug.
People are the age to become adults
walk the streets alone
smoking cigars
feeling lonely
technology now governs our lives,
as the televisions switched to a comfortable
channel
our cabinets dispense pills to fill our brains making us
believe we can fly.
We are distracted by the technology that is comforting
us, it took away our fear of nuclear weapons, that will
annihilate Americans
burning bodies,
melting eyes from our faces
we will no longer clip coupons at
our tables on Wednesday afternoon.
To save money in the richest country in the
world.
Did someone clip the golden thread of
destiny?
About the Creator
Julie Unruh
Julie Unruh grew up in Montezuma, Kansas. She is a human and animal rights activist living in Lawrence, Kansas
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