Velcro straps hold me in place as I
limp along the uneven streets of doubt;
my world no longer laughs nor does it cry
out for the joys that were inescapably taken for granted;
snow
in droplets of rain cover the ground with
puddles in which no one plays for more than
an hour or two, yet thousands migrate to
the Ganger for communal baptism;
Arabs sit in trees eating their succulent dates
while others have no dates at all for the prom
and silence offers no endorsement to those who will
continue to limp along in protest of bearing arms.
9Feb13
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