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Landing

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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