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Business as Usual
Amidst the screaming hail of rockets
the thud of mortars making graves
amidst the dying and the homeless
cries of the wounded, stench of burnt flesh
Amidst the melting polar ice caps
the fear of swiftly rising seas
amidst the flooding death of mudslides
wreckage of a thousand homes
Amidst the spreading scourge of virus
the feverish curse of daily death
amidst the doctors and the nurses
fighting lost battles ‘til the end
Amidst the hordes of black clothed armies
decrees and laws of fierce faced gods
amidst beheadings, executions
terror broadcasts, crucifixion
Amidst the rant of politicians
excuses, bickering, threats and spats
there’s something comforting hanging the washing
hearing the birds sing, feeding the cats
© Johnmichael Simon
2014
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