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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