PROMPT #1 – Hour 1

One way in, one way out

The cries of my family echo through dread forests

filled with rough graves

If I step on the road I will have to walk in

One way in, one way out

To leave is unlikely, many never

for those who are in, barricaded and staunch

listening to mortar pound their apartments

reducing to rubble cities of the ancients

In an effort to commit genocide

In an effort to wipe out all culture, all language, all men

Tanks rumble on the road of my family

I am stuck, gatekeeper of souls

As they try to leave I arrest them

weigh them against a single feather

and watch them fail.