Global Village

Solitude can be a pleasant
Friend, in small doses.
Silence is a golden muzzle.
Don’t yoke me to your
Troubles. This global village
Is sectioned off into districts,
Each one a ghetto in its own right.
Movement is restricted;
Mobility only leans sideways.
The unnamed tribes trapped within
Fight against one another
Over tiny slivers of sunshine.

Copyright 2012
A. J. Hayes
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