Stonecroft Street

I went on a strange journey this morning
It wasn't planned or arranged 
I only responded to the voice ringing in my ear to go to a special place
I circled around the community to avoid this spontaneous journey
But everywhere I go I ended  on the same main road
Life is  a simple journey with many circles and triangles
It takes you from  East to West and North to South
up and down in and out and around in circles
It is better not to avoid it but  stand up strong and challenge it
You must go all the way through to learn about the life in you
Hired drivers  fill  the roadways spewing out  toxic fumes 
and playing a horrible tune
No real business exist in this residential community
All the way is traffic jam but they are destined to be dammed
Big trucks with signs van and cars with all types of labels
doing business on the roadways
They drive up and down the street to confused the people
and drive them out of the community
I sat on the corner  watching them going in and out
useless traffic polluting the roads with this  surveillance  strategies must cease
And big camera must be installed on the streets
They  crowd the street night and day slow down the traffic
deceive the people and pretend as if  they are going to work 
but they have no specific destination they just wait on the call
to crawl out of their holes and drive up and down and around  the bend
Motor vehicle infiltrate the communities with various types of duties
Cars lined up on both sides of the streets and you can't  tell
the difference between the authority and the thieves
Everywhere I go they are playing the same drum beat
Mocking the morning in the sun heat
Fake shoppers and hired drivers crowd America's  street
On my way back something symbolic crossed my path
Twelve ducks came out in front of me six of them crossed the road
ahead of  me  and depart
The next six scramble into the bushes towards the stagnant pond
I count them out aloud to make sure  I was not seeing doubles
One two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve
And I shouted " It is the government" 
Twelve ducks diverge.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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