Shawshank Red (formaly AT THE CORNER (o))

FORMALLY "AT THE CORNER"

2-26-13
 
School children rushed away from speeding trucks 
with their cargoes of desperate hard men
hurtling towards a cryptic sign at the end 
of the road where man's burdens are sordid.

I sit in a corner of a block far away 
where the Klaxon rings home my delusion 
of freedom, or sets me forth to task or wait. 

Freedom is lost to me.  Once boundless hopes
of youth now fettered by age and bad choices.
I know now what I was never taught to me
that even children are never safe or free.


2-25-13 1111111111111111111111111111111111

School children are rushed aside from
speeding trucks and their cargoes of hard men
hurtling towards a cryptic sign at the end 
of the road where man's burdens are sordid.

I sit in a corner of a block far away 
where the Klaxon rings home my delusion 
of freedom, or sends me forth to task or wait. 

Freedom is lost to me.  Once boundless hopes
of youth now fettered with age and bad choices.
I've since learned what I was never taught to me,
I know now that children are less than free.


-dp-
11-15-82 / 2-25-13
formally "At The Corner" 


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The children in school are locked away from
speeding trucks, which carry cargos of death
towards a mystic stop sign at the end of 
the road.  Where man's burdens are unloaded.

I sit at the corner a block away
from the imprisoned children (captives of
society).  I know a clanging bell
that rings the illusion of freedom.

A freedom lost to me.  Once boundless hopes
of youth fettered with age and knowledge.
Now I know what was never taught to me.
I know that even the children aren't free.

-dp-