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Dark bus at midnight

Contributed by banjo on Tuesday, 25th March 2003 @ 04:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

Dark bus at midnight.
The driver clears out seats for us, practically screams

Make room for the Americans.

Once again I wish my hair was a different color
That my clothes didn't look so new
That my skin wasn't so white.
The air is rich and rank, smells of sweat
And laughter. This bus is full
Of working men. They have come to Greece
So that their families can stay in Albania.

And I want to be one of them, want to be on this bus
Tired from working in the fields, somewhere
Unfair hours for unfair wages
Going home to see my family
Two daughters and a son
To bring them what they need
And see the smile in their eyes.
On this bus I am more foreign
Than these foreigners.

In the Greeks' eyes, we are
Opposites. They
Pander to the Americans
And kick the Albanians.
Still foolish and wanting pain,
I would trade skins with them in a second.
To be kicked for your language
Must be better
Than to be loved for your money.
Right?

Man in front of me winks at me.
I wink back. (what am I supposed to do?)
He laughs, says something to the man
Next to him. I don't think they know each other
But they are both Albanian,
In this together. He asks me something
In Albanian. All I can say is
I don't understand. He laughs again,
Talks to the man in front of him.
I try to sleep.

Copyright Â© banjo ... [ 2003-03-25 16:05:00]
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Re: Dark bus at midnight (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 26th March 2003 @ 07:23:24 AM AEST
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Great poem. I love the ideas behind it. Keep up the good work.

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