Sunday Somewhere Else
Sunday somewhere safe
My fingers itch to write
but it will not be about the moon
it hangs there like a balloon.
I refuse to turn on the news
but a big liner was in trouble on
the coast of Norway
going to sea in winter sea
thinking they were safe in a big ship
you wouldn`t get me on a cruiser
I have read the news Palestine
wants NATO to protect them
an idea met with ridicule by Israel
soon there will be no Palestinians left
removed to the outer fringes
herding goats and taken pictures off
the way primaeval people lived before Israel
came, an old culture was snuffed out, fluff
for historians to write about
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen | Year Posted 2019
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