A bus full of sleepy people, 8 something in the morning. All of us; children, teens, mothers, elderly watching the sun rise in the sky before we begin our day. I listened to the "caa" of a bird before I boarded. A child yawns, I'm listening to each distinct conversation. I'm recognizing faces now. A mother with two children. An older woman going blind. A tired nurse. The rowdy teenagers in the back, swearing and laughing. Everyone is crowded in here, we are packed in. Why don't the people sent up the bus service themselves? Why is it illegal to run our own system of public transportation? Why has everything having to do with self government been made illegal? All people need to stay safe is a set of morals. We have no morals anymore... We get packed in with kids laughing and the driver running the bus with a vengeance. Then they all spill out onto the street by the church and middle school. The bus is getting so full at every hour, we need to do something.
I put my pencil down, put on my backpack and get off the bus to the bombshelter.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
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