bright lights
pretty pictures
and microphones
tallow candles
sepia flyers
and overworked throats
college days
spent playing and praying
fun with a purpose
dreaming
of being picked
first
mornings in dank cages
spent praying and weeping
dreaming
of family compounds
and palm wine
everyone
a long way
from home.
dressed now,
naked then...
no perks
to being snatched
under cover of night
unlike
being snatched from the stage
in colorful jerseys...
while lawyers wait
to seal dream deals...
capitalization exchanged
for oppression
sort of...
it is
better
now...
we know those men
on wooden platforms
only dealt in nightmares...
it is
better
now...
softer voices
untwisted countenances
they only run from opposing teams
while bloggers crack whips
it is
better
now...
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