Deconstruction

Through drifting cold autumnal glow
16 hours ends on whistles blow
The bunk cabin awaits the evening meal
Rice to boil and potatoes to peel
The lower deck is house and home
Photos of family held down by stone
Short nights of rest broke by the rats
Who bully the fat, lazy work yard cats
The wind howls through and cuts thin sheets
Barbed wire separates the streets
Passports held and wages small
3 thin men die beneath the wall
Up the buildings go regardless
No stinging whips, but no less heartless
Meanwhile in a land once called home
Empty shadows still as stone
Await some news or helping hand
From the man imprisoned beyond their land
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