Train From Dortmund

Riding through Germany

by train

looking out at farms

houses

apartment buldings

and old factories

seeing smokestacks

on the horizon

gives me chills

but the colorful graffiti

at the next station

warms my heart.

Art,

blurring as we

speed away

to more houses

and lush-green

trees along the

tracks

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

people

there

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

suffering

and for the lucky ones

who survive

its hard

to get

any rest

at the migrant

detention

centers,

hard to get past

the walls and fences

to begin with,

do not enter

signs

that we can’t learn

from

history.

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel.
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