Southbound 280 I travel towards Race St.
traffic keeps me from the church
where I plan to play games with others
whose names I cant follow,
but faces stick to me
stronger then rice does that mom made when I was in school.
Back to the church that is sitting on Race St.
I wait to play games with 9 others
a game that we learned as young children
but products have taught us that winning is better then fun as young children
and scuffling wins in the end
Play nice
the teacher in school gave us instructions
ut children in school grow up to be cowboys
who like to watch cattle be tortured for fun ente
rtainment on this day a game turns to fighting
a black man landing on my upper lip formed from some tissue I still feel a lump from
where fist turns to a weapon on this day I wonder how fighting wins over a peace train a son
g with a vision much stronger than my will
could ask for lying here useless on this day where
skies are much bluer than oceans and mo
untains are closer than most things but I choose a blanket of warmth and a screen that could never fight back my thoughts are including the church that is sitting on Race St. today