Train From Dortmund

Riding through Germany

by train

looking out at farms


apartment buldings

and old factories

seeing smokestacks

on the horizon

gives me chills

but the colorful graffiti

at the next station

warms my heart.


blurring as we

speed away

to more houses

and lush-green

trees along the


and logs piled high

at the lumberyard

but now more smokestacks

bring me back

to my thoughts

from a  few moments ago

but then I realize

that this land

is no more haunted

than my own

it’s just that

more time has passed

in North America,

but the indigenous



met the same fate

as those

who rode

along tracks

like these

in the 30’s

and 40’s

tracks that today

carry the refugees

of modern wars

for treasure

designed by

crazy western kings

with only

the peasants


and for the lucky ones

who survive

its hard

to get

any rest

at the migrant



hard to get past

the walls and fences

to begin with,

do not enter


that we can’t learn



About soitgoes1984

I live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean in the Hawaiian Kingdom which is currently illegally occupied by the American government. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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