I Will Stay. I Will Go.

I stare out of the bus window at the bleakest of scenes As the Israelites stared at the Egyptian desert My thoughts are interrupted by the gruffest of voices Demanding Waiting That I move I will stay My muscles ache from the hardness of the ground It is only surpassed by the hardness of the glares of the crowd Their eyes are judging Demeaning Damning That I leave the shop I will stay The children fill the streets with laughter and good hope The children continue to come, though the danger feels no mercy Their weapons are drawn Bashing Flooding That I may become subordinate I will go