Government Work

The heart, carried in the hand
Was what I ran to save
When the government people
Were wiping out my community
In the dream

When I left the bed
The sun was scorching
The buses hooting
The dust irritating
And the heart pumping

I rushed to the government office
Fearing
To be retrenched

And I wondered why
I ran to save my heart
When I could have welcomed easy death
In the dream.