Body free but a trapped mind
the deepest pitfall of humankind.
Words coated with sugar but poisonous inside,
as governments fall and rise with the tide.
What once was will always be
the same lock is opened by the same key.
Past and future are reached through one door,
the peaceful unity between rich and poor.
But to confide in truth
is to be shielded by a crumbling roof.
The longer it lasts the more it breaks,
we destroy our shelter at a human pace.
Photograph (Summer ’11) and writing (March ’13) by Lisa Marina.