RAINY DAY THOUGHTS

RAINY DAY THOUGHTS


A CERTAIN FEELING OF UNEASE

A CERTAIN SENSE OF NOT BELONGING

A CERTAIN KN0WLEDGE THAT NEITHER CAMP ALLOWS DEVIATION

RATHER RIDGED ADHERENCE TO IT'S CREED

A SUBTLE PRESSURE TO CONFORM

TO WRY LINGERING DOUBTS AND WALK IN TIME

NO DISTANT DRUMMING ALLOWED

EVEN BY THOSE WHO CLAIM TO KNOW THE TUNE

RUNNING IN A HERD TO THE LATEST FAD

EACH SIDE WILLING TO REDUCE IT ALL TO RUBBLE

IN ORDER TO WIN

NO REVERENCE FOR LIFE

BENEATH THE RHETORIC

NO REVERENCE FOR LIFE

I WONDER IF THEY'LL RE-LIGHT THE FIRES AT BELSEN

WHETHER THEY'LL GIVE THEM NEW NAMES

LIKE DACHAU 2 OR NEW AUSCHWITZ

THE HATRED AND THE VEHEMENCE ARE REAL

THE BURNING BUILDINGS

 THE CLENCHED FISTS ARE REAL

THE INABILITY TO HEAR WITH EACH ONE SHOUTING

THE REFUSAL TO LET DIVERSE OPINIONS BE HEARD

I WONDER WHEN THEY'LL START BURNING BOOKS

WHEN ALL THE MORTAR'S BEEN TAKEN FROM THE BRICKS

HOW LONG WILL THEE BUILDING LAST

GLOOMY THOUGHTS

BROUGHT ON BY RAINY DAY PERHAPS

BUT I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF VIOLENCE

 I HAVE HUNGER TO BE LOVED

FOR MY DIFFERENCES

OR IN SPITE OF THEM

I HAVE A DESIRE TO BE ME

WITHOUT REALLY KNOWING WHAT ME IS

ALMOST LIKE A CLOUDY DAY

NOW KNOWN NOW CLOUDY NOW CLOUDY AGAIN

I HAVE NO WISH TO CONFORM

IF IT MEANS MY THOUGHTS ARE NOT MY OWN

DISTILLED…PERCOLATED…FLAVORED WITH THE ESSENCE OF MY BEING

I NEED THE FREEDOM TO MAKE MISTAKES

TO CHANGE MY MIND

TO BE ME

I DISLIKE THE PRESSURE TO CONFORM
PERHAPS THAT'S WHY

I HAVE A CERTAIN FEELING OF UNEASE

OF NOT BELONGING

 THE WEATHER DOESN'T HELP

FRANK A VOLLMER