Where Traffic Should Be
Only wheeled things come in traffic
And not the meek earth-tilling brown hands
Coerced to stoop low, dogged to contrabands.
Spirits and bones chastised by stick,
A contract avowed played on a trick.
Now on the edge of cliff justice stands.
Only wheeled things come in traffic.
A trafficker should exist only in the lanes
To impede the hustling racing bands
and not to sell others’ flesh and brand
these humans whore in chains.
Only wheeled things come in traffic.
© Glenn L. Sentes
Adjudged 8th Place in Nette Onclaud's "Rondine the Traffic of Life" Contest
07-31-2012
Copyright © Glenn Sentes | Year Posted 2012
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