walking the streets
everywhere I meet
even on the Internet
a virtual superhighway
rest stops don’t exist
peace from calamity disguised
there is no place to go
nowhere to run and hide
the parade of messages
to condition my mind
to furnish my emotions
to answer the final prayers
sell me, sell me,
i am not my own
just another commodity
to push and pawn or own
by Lee Down (2018)