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God, Please let the bus come

As I paddle my feet through these sea of heads
Pushing through these ocean of human current
One thought comes to mind
What makes the human race thick?
What bind us together?
Is it race or religion?
Tongue or allegiance?
Here I am,
Sorrounded by sun burnt melanin skins
Each pushing for its own survival
Why the hell do I have to black?
"I must have whispered to myself
Maybe I did something terrible in a former life
Cos,this place is a parody for hell"
Caught between an altercation between a police woman and a street urchin
I narrowly escaped been shoved into the canal
To them I never existed
Solipsism...they just can't see pass their own call for blood
I waited at the bus stop for four hours
Standing there till the sun hid its face away from us
Then one man prayed, "God, please let the bus come"

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This was based on a true experience, it was internalized before putting ink to screen. I don't know why I felt that way may you do.

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There seems through the circumstances you have experienced a tendency to question your reason for being you.
On realisation of who, or what you are, sometimes comes as a shock, but most accept it as part of being.
You will have some say that you cannot blame a god for what you are or even pray to one to have a bus laid on.
Maybe the Bus symbolised a plan of escape from who you are, but it is you that has to escape, where it is you that goes, as there is no bus it isn't that easy .
Damn good write of a theme, and I have not seen one the same or similar to yours before, probably the thought is never spoken as you have.
Take care and I look forward to more of your writes, Yours Ian.T

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

Hello Ian,
Good to see you are still here, I had to save to get a handheld device(that's how long it takes to work and scrape something), so, I can be able to connect with the world easier, no more public cyber cafes. Most people get carried away by the surface sentiment poetry carries, the immediate gush of emotions, thanks for digging deeper, the bus was a symbol for escape.

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If only we could help you to be joined to the world better.
There are so many things in the way and the time is too short , but at the same time just ask and if possible we will at least say we tried.
I notice that this piece is on stream twice but as you say contact is not good for you, if you get the chance Un publish the one that has no comments it will disappear.
As to all the things you can do make sure the priorities are sorted in that you well being comes first then extras.
You take care out there and know we think of you,
Yours Ian.T

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

You ask a lot of questions which are universal not limited to only one person or place. There are times when we all wish to escape....our location.....our circumstance..................but mostly ourselves. The thing is that we always are what we are no matter where we are. I am an old southern white guy of no special means or talents. As such I and others like myself have the burden of being blamed for everything wrong in my country and we're also the only ones whom it is permissable to make fun of and deride without fear of reprisal. Each group and every person has their own types disadvantages. All we can really control is the manner in which we react to our circumstances. ..................stan PS good poem despite some typo errors

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