As I lay there  

Between the blades of grass

My thoughts floating freely

Traveling without restrictions

My eyes piercing the cloudless skies

Free to wander—  

  

Then the sudden explosion   

Of gun chambers rifling  

People screaming  

Babies crying   

Sirens blasting  

Visions of urban ghettos—   

  

Reality of my life   

Envision within this landscape   

For this is my life  

The semblance of urban spirits of the ghettos—  

  

Young children dying   

Drug dealers dealing  

Institutionalize profiting  

Abortion rising   

Resonates the sound of the ghetto—  

  

As I lay there   

Between the blades of grass

 

My thoughts entrapped

 

Within the barriers of my mind

 

My eyes revolting with anger

 

For there is no freedom to wander

 

Society has imprisoned me—

   

To live the life of my ancestors  

To be shackled and chained  

Without escape   

Yet there is a resolve  

To this life—  

  

Tranquility from my pain   

It resides in the core

Of my spirit  

A choice to live

The life of destiny

Not a life of persecution—   

 

So as I lay there  

Between the blades of grass   

I wonder no more   

For my life is free to explore

 

The wonders of this world

 

To choose my own purpose—

 

Symbolic to whom

 

And what I am

 

In this skeleton of a life—  

  

Written by

     G E Shaw