Your Poetry Dot Com

Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!

Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+

Custom Search


Welcome !	Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link	29-May 16:33:18 AEST

Menu

· Our eBay Store

· Error Submit

Poetry

· Submit Poetry

· Least Read Poems

· Members Listing

· Old Site Post 2001

· Old Site Pre 2001

· Poetry Archive

· Public Domain Poetry

Stories

· Stories (NEW ! )

· Submit Story

· Story Topics

· Stories Archive

· Story Search

Community

· Our Poetry Forums

· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

Site Help

· FAQ

· Feedback

Members Areas

· Your Account

· Members Journals

· Premium Sign-Up

Premium Section

· Special Section

· Premium Poems

· Premium Submit

· Premium Search

· Premium Archive

· Premium Topics

Fun & Games

· Jokes

· Bubble Puzzle

· Cross Word Easy

· Word Hunt

Reference

· Dictionary (Rhyming)

· Site Updates

· Special Content

Search

Top

Help This Site

· Donations

Others

· Moderators

Our Other Sites

· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

Social

Array ( [sid] => 14882 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Dark bus at midnight [time] => 2003-03-25 16:05:00 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Dark bus at midnight.
The driver clears out seats for us, practically screams

Make room for the Americans.

Once again I wish my hair was a different color
That my clothes didn't look so new
That my skin wasn't so white.
The air is rich and rank, smells of sweat
And laughter. This bus is full
Of working men. They have come to Greece
So that their families can stay in Albania.

And I want to be one of them, want to be on this bus
Tired from working in the fields, somewhere
Unfair hours for unfair wages
Going home to see my family
Two daughters and a son
To bring them what they need
And see the smile in their eyes.
On this bus I am more foreign
Than these foreigners.

In the Greeks' eyes, we are
Opposites. They
Pander to the Americans
And kick the Albanians.
Still foolish and wanting pain,
I would trade skins with them in a second.
To be kicked for your language
Must be better
Than to be loved for your money.
Right?

Man in front of me winks at me.
I wink back. (what am I supposed to do?)
He laughs, says something to the man
Next to him. I don't think they know each other
But they are both Albanian,
In this together. He asks me something
In Albanian. All I can say is
I don't understand. He laughs again,
Talks to the man in front of him.
I try to sleep. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 216 [topic] => 21 [informant] => banjo [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )

Dark bus at midnight

Contributed by banjo on Tuesday, 25th March 2003 @ 04:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

Dark bus at midnight.
The driver clears out seats for us, practically screams

Make room for the Americans.

Once again I wish my hair was a different color
That my clothes didn't look so new
That my skin wasn't so white.
The air is rich and rank, smells of sweat
And laughter. This bus is full
Of working men. They have come to Greece
So that their families can stay in Albania.

And I want to be one of them, want to be on this bus
Tired from working in the fields, somewhere
Unfair hours for unfair wages
Going home to see my family
Two daughters and a son
To bring them what they need
And see the smile in their eyes.
On this bus I am more foreign
Than these foreigners.

In the Greeks' eyes, we are
Opposites. They
Pander to the Americans
And kick the Albanians.
Still foolish and wanting pain,
I would trade skins with them in a second.
To be kicked for your language
Must be better
Than to be loved for your money.
Right?

Man in front of me winks at me.
I wink back. (what am I supposed to do?)
He laughs, says something to the man
Next to him. I don't think they know each other
But they are both Albanian,
In this together. He asks me something
In Albanian. All I can say is
I don't understand. He laughs again,
Talks to the man in front of him.
I try to sleep.

Copyright Â© banjo ... [ 2003-03-25 16:05:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

Advertisments:

Previous Posted Poem | | Next Posted Poem

Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more

All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.

Re: Dark bus at midnight (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 26th March 2003 @ 07:23:24 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

Great poem. I love the ideas behind it. Keep up the good work.

sleepless_siren

While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. Â©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright Â© to their submitter. All the rest Copyright Â© 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com