we stand, we stand, pathetically we wait and cringe
fiction
edward w pritchard
Fences everywhere, high strong fences and rail road tracks moving traffic in every direction. The trains roll slowly, shaking and choking side to side as they sway to a solemn halt. No one inside the fences look up to greet the new arrivals. In line to leave, we stand, we stand pathetically we wait and cringe.
Some leave, a few of us randomly selected for ejection while hoards roll in dark eyes staring between wooden slats at us in such a straight line, we to board after they de-train.
Freedom oh freedom we are free men now, soon we will be outside the fences. Just don't touch the wire fences and don't make eye contact with the jailers.
No more standing for us the ejected. We sit on the floor of the train as we leave the prisons, free men with the full rights of honest men again. Clutch your elbows to your bony knees and crush your palms to your head to restrain your thoughts sitting in a circle on the floor of the dusty rail car as you return to civilization.
Free men, we are free men.
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