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the wait

by Charlie Morgan

an immeasurable *time* that began
to be captured, collected, held
in clocks for safekeeping.

time is in solitary confinement;
let out every nano-second for scientists;
every 30 years for military dictatorships.

punctuating the roadsides with the dead.
and living-dead; lifetime dreams held in limbo
await the opening of Heaven's doors.

we see so clearly with the boulder in our eyes,
just how cruel life can be, is and will be forever
for some; at least tedious to rulers and ruled.

wait. maybe after 30 more years, we, as a Superpower
will ask once more to take the boot off the neck
of all Egyptian's dreams, hopes, and children's children.

and threaten with a stern scolding. then wait.

01/30/2011

Author's Note: *time...to be defined as an unknown.

Posted on 01/30/2011
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by A. Paige White on 01/30/11 at 10:44 PM

Isn't it something? Everybody waits to see what the outcome will be. Will this have been the interim of democracy, or will terrorism step up to step in with a grin?

Posted by Joan Serratelli on 01/30/11 at 11:07 PM

waiting is near to impossible

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