Visiting

I was visiting reality just yesterday..,

The spot in space and time between the teardrops and the laughter,

The night and the dawn.

I listened to the cries of the children in the streets dodging bullets and baseballs.

Screams of sirens and rage.

City jungle, keeper of the fire.., global village, father of despair.

I listen to the woman-child, the cries of childbirth and the gurgle of good-bye.

I heard the screams of the persecuted, Rodney king, Martin Luther King,

It's funny how you treat royalty like common gutter trash.

I was visiting reality just yesterday..,

Escaped from the prison wall of the hospital,

Escaped from the drugs that had seduced me into submission,

And screamed out my rage,

Let loose my tears, cried out for the comfort

That my insanity provides.

I was visiting reality just yesterday and I found my visa revoked.