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the big eve
The Big Eve
Tracer bullets on the night sky Aleppo seen
From a hotel veranda, I hear screams, but
It is the raucous laughter of too much wine
Noon in Sydney and New Year festive
Rockets in the sky or perhaps I´m seeing
a war that has not yet been declared or
perhaps I have seen the future the holocaust
of mankind, the last hurrah and the blow
of a whistle calling full time... Whatever it was
I saw spectacular colours like rubbing ones
eyes when tired and seeing mystical rainbows
belonging to an unknown existence.
Tracer bullets on the night sky Aleppo seen
From a hotel veranda, I hear screams, but
It is the raucous laughter of too much wine
Noon in Sydney and New Year festive
Rockets in the sky or perhaps I´m seeing
a war that has not yet been declared or
perhaps I have seen the future the holocaust
of mankind, the last hurrah and the blow
of a whistle calling full time... Whatever it was
I saw spectacular colours like rubbing ones
eyes when tired and seeing mystical rainbows
belonging to an unknown existence.
Published 12th Jan 2014
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