I hate the secretive laboratory.
I see them form strange white powders.
They block my peace of mind.

I cannot understand their life and purpose.
Their chemicals will burn up the air.
One drop of water and there is an explosion.

I hear of an accident each month.
Many people around the lab are gone.

I don’t know the ones who work there.
I imagine the worst and fear for my family.

I am powerless over their schemes.
I will barely sleep again tonight.
Every day I pray that they will leave.

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.

About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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