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LANDING Big Brother's eye beyond the sky Saw it not sneak nigh, round valley and hill, gripping necks at will; No Global Hawk, Predator, Brigadier, Mirador, nor fortress and tower high Could site it here or there, abridging lives to spare. And as providers keep a busy head on their insecure daily bread, even as they watch in dread for the toll on the new day's scroll; And as the white angels contend, with the Reaper's octopus hand, And as old earth has to brace For the Reaper's hasty pace, Behold the mighty potentates Of every creed, of all Palace and House, of every rank and race Now kneel before Great Leveller Covid and, on their clayey knees, plead with him to spare their crown or mace. Mohamed Mansouri Tunis (Tunisia), on 14 April 2020

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