The Balcony Poem by Stephanie Kjaerbaek

History wasn't feeling
just a tapestry when unwound
it had worn seams worth revealing
all the strengths of the weak
and the crushing of the mild
who never rise up, neither do the meek
then there are those who turn the other cheek
only another tragedy that screams
because people do not speak
She rolled him up in a carpet
and let him slide slowly down the street
all the time he kept his eyes closed
subjected to codeine-induced sleep.