home is what we dream about - trains don’t wait for us or stop where we stand - we run to try to catch them and jump - the tracks are here for all of us - something we see and trust - smell and feel the breeze as we flash - past mountains scarred by memories and blessed by sacred songs and chants - inevitably a guard makes the rounds - lights a torch and looks for us or someone just like us - we watch the ground through a crack and try to ignore the pain and cold - our clothes do not fit because they shouldn’t we did not choose them - we're not meant for regulations imposed - by authorities we neither acknowledge nor respect - the law is waiting - we know - just a little further up the track - they will not take us home they will take us back - runaways are easy to identify - kneeling in pitiful yellow uniforms we sigh while washing cement - worthless shameful christian work - some sort of punishment - we were happy once not that long ago and we remember - so we must keep our treasonous thoughts to ourselves for now - that’s okay we can run away again tomorrow
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