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The Bus never came

William Cody Maher (2019)

You put another country

Into a persons mouth

Like transplanting

An enemy’s heart

Into your own

Not the country

Of birth

But the country

Where you seek refuge

Or just a shelter

To catch your breath

I don’t need a country

She said

I just need to sit down a moment

Some distant hills would be nice

Some wind

And if the sun

Breaks through the clouds

Just for a moment

I’d be satisfied

But don’t talk to me of countries

And anyway

I have to go now

My bus will be coming

And minute now

The bus never came

The country

Where she was from

Doesn’t matter.

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