FRIDAYS

                          Fridays

The days when I will sit close,
Close to the window, near the wall
Quietly, meditating,looking at the sky,


Wondering through my mind
The city of pain,the governor
And the governor's wife
Some are well paid and others not so paid


Wandering in this city,looking
For whom to liberate
To my city,the city of peace


Shall I wander away without
Shall I neglect,
Shall I cry,


I will wait,
For the future remains bright.