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Just Passing Through

Bang! Bang! Bang! 
The sound of gun shots echoing in the air
Shattering windows and, smashing glasses 
Sending people pouring out in the street
Gun shots penetrating the clouds 
With a message that is very loud

People are running and screaming around
 confused and frightened
They disburse all over the town
The grey cloud is swirling around in the sky
And the moment is slowly drifting by

The wind is passing through the trees
Sending a clear message to you and me
The sun is buried underneath the clouds
But I can still feel the heat moving over me

 I am still forcing myself to come to terms
With life in this city and no matter what I do
I still cannot make myself feel happy
Christmas has come and gone 
And the New Year is slowly disappearing 
But Easter is running a hundred meter
 all over the town.

Tomorrow is Ash Wednesday
Another tradition is hurling at the door
And the sinners are beckoning for more
People will pray in the cathedral and churches
But I will stay away from large crowds
The parasites are hungry for blood
So pack up your possessions and run

The sun has burnt the excitement out of the town
And people are moving around with emptiness
Vein expressions dilute their faces
And they cannot enter the races

Along the corridor of my heart I can hear the
People crying, 
Along the corridors of my heart
I can hear the people singing
 but they are not connecting
The zeal has died down 
And their passion has drowned
and courage could not be found

Boisterous women in the park
got into a sudden laughing fits
They are jumping up and laughing 
Only heavens knows what they are laughing about

They are laughing out loud
But laughing at themselves
Then suddenly it gets quiet again 
And then it gets extremely silent.

A gloomy feeling has penetrate the town
And  passion is draining up and down
I gazed across the street to see if there is anything
That could change this miserable mood
But my emotions  cries louder

I could hear the people calling out
And they were asking for more
But just empty words scattering around
More sellers than buyers spread out on the street
With expressions that run very deep
They built up passion that is running wild 
But deep down they are crying inside

The time is hard and buying and selling
Is a difficult business to contend with
The goods are cheap but the lowest price
Is not attracting buyers and the people
Are finding it hard to hustle for their supper

Though they bargain for a hundred dollar
The equivalent to one American dollar
People cannot not find a dollar to buy
the cheapest goods

My mind keep drifting around the place
And it is although everything is out of place
It is the feelings that overshadow you
When danger is lurking about
It is the feeling you get when you want to shout.

The police are out on the street 
and I can feel my heart beat
Tomorrow is the start of lent 
and everyone must get ready to bend

Where will it originate from 
the pulpit or the aisle 
Just the thought of it makes me want to cry 

“This country is a God fearing country!”
a woman shouts, 
"but why should you be afraid of God?
You should be hugging and embracing God"
my silent spirit responds

“Mash it up”, the voice kept repeating,
“Mash it up, they are too deceiving”
The voice got bigger and bigger 
So I ran through the gate before it was too late
The whisper, the shouts everything is getting loud
I am just passing through

Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2020

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