Sealed Windows

Keyboard strokes and memos

Coffee cups and emails

Wake up before the sun rises

Go home after it sets.

Months spent in darkness.

Years spent in darkness.

Years ahead to be claimed

Or to be sold.

Sell, sell, sell,

Close, close, close.

Life waits just beyond the windows

That are sealed shut

A word written on paper

Hope in the face of the new nature

Hope breaks and reforms

And breaks again

Stand up, the stories say

Stand up and stand tall.

But they make us sit

And give us back aches.

Slave away and think nothing of the whips

The scars on our body are invisible, but felt.

The scars on our psyche is visible with every twitch,

every head turn to the windows that don’t open

A bird lands, on the cinderblocks across the way

Sell, sell, sell

We make our quota,

The bird flies away.