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Oppression

by

Gerard Quain

Barriers, built around me

My time to come and go decided

The rules of engagement set in stone

The fear of being exposed

Whisper, whisper

Words to loudly spoken, will get you sent to jail

Control, actions thought of, but never taken

The censorship of thought

Educated to a level, but never taught to ask

Questions not tolerated

Options obliterated by the chain of command

So strong, so strong

Curfew set

Time to get up, time to go to bed

Freedom of expression lost

If your face does not fit

exiled

The human cost

Spirit erased

To think it was a dream

To wake up to find it's a reality

Brow beaten

Submission

Freedom found only in death

The chains of bondage

Your cell, your mind

Life taken

No Escape

by

Gerard Quain

Car parks

Suck lonely places

Driven, driven

Never at the races

Wagons circled to keep us in

Such a paradox, but no oasis

Excess of time

Thinking on life's ice rink

Parked on thin ice

Parked to close, not so nice

The stranger not noticed

Word's unkind exchanged

Then back to lonely waiting

Observing rushed people flee

Yet some gaunt faces in the distance, remain a mystery

At last its time to go

But now rush hour beckons

Another car park of sorts

Plain Brown Wrapper

by

Gerard Quain

It sit's on the kitchen table

Threatening me, it is wrapped in brown paper

I am a grown man, why should I care so

The shape of it disturb's me

My long awaited foray into art

Books take on a menacing grip

But this my own

Why am I so afraid

Is it the fact, that i bared my soul

My spirit is now tightly bound in a plain brown wrapper