Airports 

 

All the love ambition 

Prejudice and hurt

 

Everything processed through 

What we've seen felt done and heard

 

All the imagination

Incarceration and rebirth

 

We carry the history

In our unspoken attitudes 

 

Body language assumptions

And sense of rectitude

 

We're never above it

It's never far away, I'm sure

 

Each time I'm in public 

I'm reminded of this dependency

 

The needs of the many

The rights of a few

 

All are required to be processed

Through an eight-year old's point of view