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volume 4 number 1
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Dahn Shaulis
February 2006
   

 

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    Dahn Shaulis is a caseworker for a Nevada maximum security prison. He has a PhD in sociology from the University of Nevada Las Vegas, and is a regular contributor to The American Dissident.

   

 

third monday* (MLK's Birthday)

as you drive today on the busy road, with your cd on, playing music
you can maintain your Martha Stewart living as you drive and pass above them all
and with a highway wall apart
they are no concern to you, from your speeding
motorcar, with your busy life and kids to think about
and forget you cannot see the young man running as he steals another purse, for survival and a fix
or the putrid crowd of down-and-outs at the homeless shelter
you cannot sense the beatings just behind apartment doors
or the screaming
you cannot feel the common fear, of common people hiding
in their old box-houses
houses which sit near burned-out skeletons of businesses
signs of prosperity, before the middle-class left
separated by noise and speed and glass and the concrete highway walls
you do not see the civil strife below
and yet you feel full of misery, even with the music on
because you do not see what's beneath you
as you try to forget your life and wish for something more
it's just a needed time away from work
a day of shopping for the family
as you cross above the city crowd
on Martin Luther King Boulevard

copyright 2005 Dahn Shaulis