Summer morning sheds sweet dew
cloudy window glass
birds are singing in the trees
morning music class

Nigga never got paid
nigga got enslaved
nigga got whip-lashed
now nigga got corona too

Take me to a place
of mountain streams
No sirens & screams
and no pandemic
Take me there my dream
Take me there my dream

Fiction is fact distilled into truth.
~ Edward Albee

INTRO

Dark. Damp. Cold.
London?
Can’t be! I don’t have a passport.
Time? Feels like midnight to my aching bones.
Can’t be! The stereo is playing loudly.
Our neighbors hate music at night.
Well, They hate it all the time.
Maybe they hate our music because they can’t understand it?
Maybe it’s us they hate? Our freedom?
The local police also hate our music and us.
They’ll hate us more if they were to find all this shit lying around in the flat.