Ode To Security
You stop me and ask to search my bag and
My pockets
There contains a penknife, a lighter and
Several bottle rockets
You shake your head and grab me
On your neck I see two lockets
One picture of a woman-your wife and one of a child
Your daughter holding a polly-pocket
I ask why this photo-why the polly pocket
I'm told of your immigrant status and she died while
Wearing this locket
She got hit by friendly fire-a mistake
A man launching a rocket
I knew there and then
That both times I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
It was all my fault
I got the co-ordinates wrong
That's all that it takes to go from a hero
To a prison, it was a costly mistake
IMAGE: Jim is nice
