Online Journal of Poetry
Volume 2 Issue 3 June 2004
 

 

Dreaming Without Walls
Can Reach Me

by Frank Anthony


Somewhere a voice call comes through solitary in world without walls was there clear for me Anyone can be watching Homeland Security Eyes in an electronic thing hovering heavenly skys Guiding bullets murder through my busy street find a daily newspaper on which wipe our feet until they come for US

 

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