He smiled. It wasn't a pleasant expression.
“I'm glad you could come.” I'd been
Brought there by officers. “I don't
Believe I was given a choice.”
“Nonetheless, I think you'll gain from
This visit. We've heard from your
Neighbors that some of your views
Are unhealthy for you and the whole
Of society. People who hold them,
Who cannot abandon them, have to be
Treated. It's for their own good, but I'm
Thinking that someone like you has
The sense to acknowledge his failings
And alter his views.” “Oh, I do, and I
Will,” I replied. “May I go?” “Not just
Yet. You've a written confession to sign.
Afterward, you will be escorted home.”
When I'd entered my house and observed
The cops leaving, and also observed
A man just down the street, doing nothing,
Just standing, I lowered the shades.
I was trembling. I frantically tried to make
Plans to go somewhere, but where could
I go?

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-03-24 at 16:43

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