as the prayers are called.....
strange distant murmurings
At times melodic
Hypnotizing in its archaic
origins....barking at the dawn
There we are with the faithful
in the predawn cold
vehicles assemble and shadowy
figures emerge from the dark
rows of sand colored
buildings resemble detention cells
For we are in a prison
devoid of freedom the assumption
of mediocrity is so rampant
the concept that life is meaningless
for this is where the pathetic linger and die