Life Is Life

Life is a life Driving home I nearly hit a rabbit braked hard and the can of lager fell out of my hand. We country folk drinks a lot; the police never stop you unless you drive off the road and plough into a flock of sheep then you are fined, and the police take the carcass home dinner, for a big family. So who am I sentimental over a rabbit when there are chemical attacks on children in Syria, and the war of attrition never ends by courtesy of those who do not want peace there. How am I sentimental when children are killed? In Gaza children wounded by teargas have damages lungs who am I to talk when witnessing the murder of a people? That demands to be free of Israeli tyranny. But deep in my heart if I were hungry enough, I would have killed that rabbit taken it home and cooked it. So what this makes me? A sentimental fool crying over spilt life? Deaths for a higher political cause like stealing land from the losers.