Today we will stay in the queue
while embassy’s staff count on rules,
while nothing just plays to the roof
and brings up the hope to the blue.
Today we will make up the queue.
Just six will be allowed to breathe
each day, no more space, even seethe.
Just follow the nights till get to.
Today we will spark in the queue.
The timing is beating with luck
while running the race over dark
will embassy’s door welcome through.
Today we may count in the queue
the hours we struggled for rights
while nobody cared for the lights
which faded and got people screw.
Today we will seat over queue
while questions become rude to us,
and love is accused being cuss
because dared and no borders drew.
© Simona Prilogan – Windows to The Blue