Exile
where gossip once flowed in the coffee shops
and sums were not measured in gigaflops
at dawn peaceful stillness often ruled there
now but memory mixed with thoughts and prayers
always comfortable in our own skin
every judgment not a battle to win
lost in the fog of this wandering realm
sailing forward with chaos at the helm
an eye for eye, tooth for tooth, do likewise
life and death became daily exercise
cost of living has different meaning
since misguided missiles went careening
full of guilt and fear til our days are done
constantly searching for home, finding none
Copyright © Ng Rippel | Year Posted 2022
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