I always carry a suitcase
take it everywhere
waiting for the moment
when they chase me
from house to house
from town to town
from country to country,
and the suitcase is filled with toys
no child has played with
filled with memories
of people without a past
filled with love affairs
that never were
filled with clothes
no one will ever wear
filled with anger
on a quiet river
filled with discrimination
by the People of Illusions
filled with cruelty
toward people who reached out their hands
and were told
enough
who wanted love
and received a suitcase.