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Push harder
Always harder
Forever push
Forever harder
Always a yellow cab
In the back of, a baby cries
A middle eastern man now dies
Not a terrorist
But a poet
Of memories past
The Chinese
The Japanese
They won't last
Driving slow with left turn signal aglow
Then not
Then aglow
From the view point of everyday Joe
And Nancy
And Abigail
A black man goes to jail
And some homosexual
A marriage failed
Derailed
AIDS he may get
A needle and a bet
QWERTY
AZERTY
Flirty?
No, he's an observer
His soul not his voice
A distinctive choice
All these things and more
Now an infinite bore
As he climbs into the back
With blood, not from a stab
While not a soul dies
As another baby cries

© 2018, Hillary Dina

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