Heavy suitcase and long lines await

Rude people pushing

Knocking me aside

As if I was a piece of trash

I don’t want to go

Neon boards flashing

Destinations I will never see

Sardines, no longer people

Squashed en mass between

Curved metal walls

Preparing to defy the

Forces of nature

I don’t want to go

Leaving pastures of green

For colonies of concrete

Strangers thrown upon me

Looking for guidance and direction

Long meetings and short patience

False social graces

I don’t want to go

But travel I must

A destination to nowhere

Until I can return

To the place for which I yearn

And the people I love