Prodigy

Just woke up from a horrible dream.
I had been kidnapped once more, 

Only this time I was a young child 

In a forced labor camp
Out in the desert. 

 When finally I had 

Hoarded away enough clothing 

And a pair of shoes 

For a run through the desert, 

I took off on foot. 

The first house I came to

Parents were bathing their 

One armed piano prodigy 

Child in dirt. 

They offered me a place to hide

In a cellar with canned peaches

And walls of dirt and stone.    

When the alarm went off 

I was terrified.
I didn't know which way to run. 

Nowhere was safe.
Nowhere IS safe.