I slow my car
Long line ahead
What’s going on?
I’m filled with dread
When it’s my turn
I answer to
The signals of
The man in blue
Asks for ID
Looks through the glass
Finds nothing wrong
Today I pass
As I pull out
My mind takes hold
Of Stories Mom
Too often told
A darker time
Another place
Checkpoints that my
Forebears did face
I drive away
Filled with sorrow
Seat belts today
What tomorrow?
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