Clapping Seals

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Clapping like seals

as he speaks

taking us away

from a cleaner world

with promises of jobs

that disappeared

of jobs

that no longer exist

jobs

that are not coming back

jobs

that no matter what

have already made their way out

promising our portion of the pie

what will happen to us

what will happen to the world

with the seals

clapping and clapping

with no care in the world

©MGA 2017

Let Go

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Holding on
tears falling down
knowing you don’t see
not because you don’t see
just because you don’t know
actions hurt
but words stick
just wanting to let go
waiting for the day
hoping for the day
needing to heal
but only one can do it
waiting to let go

©MGA 2017

 

The Ride to Mashhad

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Hopped on a train
On the way to Mashhad
Riding along the outskirts
Of the Capital city
Speed gradually increasing
Hearing the clump-clump of the tracks
The gentle sway of the train
Like rocking a babe to sleep

As we go the city turns to sand
Slowly disappearing
As if it turns to dust
Riding along hearing
The clump-clump, clump-clump
As the train runs down the track
Seeing the desert go on for miles
As if nothing else is there
Feeling the gradual climb

As we go north
Going through the dark tunnel
Not knowing what is on the other side
Closing my eyes I look up and see
The inscription on the cabin door
This was an old Russian train
From the sixties
I close my eyes to the rhythmic sounds
Of the train running down

As day turns to night
We come to a stop
Just passengers coming and going
Not my stop
The train gradually starts again
Picking up speed
The sway puts me back again
To a semi-peaceful slumber

I awake and see the day
The train gradually slows
The clump-clump seems
To be louder now
We are closer to the city
The sway not as soothing
But is still there
The train made it again
Safe and sound
To the city of Mashhad.

©MGA 2006