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Rubble Island
The boy in the red sweater stood in the middle of a ruined street
Dazed, wide eyed and seemingly out of place
His father the fighter was busy with other things
His mother and sister would tend to him if they could
But he tried not to think about that
With ears still ringing, he sat down on a small pile of rubble
And he waited for the dust to settle and his fears to calm
The girl in the blue sweater lay very still babbling to herself
Something her mother had repeatedly told her
It will all be over soon, it will all be over soon
She was covered in dust, it was on everything
And in her nostrils and in her throat too
She took out a little comb and began untangling her hair
As if that was the most sensible thing to do at the time
The man in the uniform was shouting orders to his underlings
There were many things to do, he was a very busy man
He was about to wave the boy away and out of the street
But one look at him told him it was more bother than it was worth
He'd wander off eventually, or not, he had more important issues
One of his men motioned him over, what do we do with this?
And pulling at a piece of tarpaulin uncovered a little girl in a blue sweater
She didn't say a thing as the man in the uniform carried her away
And sat her on the pile of rubble next to the boy in the red sweater
As a parting gesture he smeared their faces with a bit of blood and smiled
Remember, cry if you see a white ambulance
They sat quietly for a while, for them there was no rush anymore
Being a bit older, the boy feeling the need to comfort the girl spoke
We are on an island, nobody can touch us here, we are safe
It is our red kingdom and you will be my blue queen
And all around us there is nothing but blue ocean and red fish to eat
Lets never leave this place, I shall guard it from intruders for you
The girl in the blue sweater smiled and kissed him on the cheek
And spoke softly while wrapping her arm around his waist
It will all be over soon, it will all be over soon
Dazed, wide eyed and seemingly out of place
His father the fighter was busy with other things
His mother and sister would tend to him if they could
But he tried not to think about that
With ears still ringing, he sat down on a small pile of rubble
And he waited for the dust to settle and his fears to calm
The girl in the blue sweater lay very still babbling to herself
Something her mother had repeatedly told her
It will all be over soon, it will all be over soon
She was covered in dust, it was on everything
And in her nostrils and in her throat too
She took out a little comb and began untangling her hair
As if that was the most sensible thing to do at the time
The man in the uniform was shouting orders to his underlings
There were many things to do, he was a very busy man
He was about to wave the boy away and out of the street
But one look at him told him it was more bother than it was worth
He'd wander off eventually, or not, he had more important issues
One of his men motioned him over, what do we do with this?
And pulling at a piece of tarpaulin uncovered a little girl in a blue sweater
She didn't say a thing as the man in the uniform carried her away
And sat her on the pile of rubble next to the boy in the red sweater
As a parting gesture he smeared their faces with a bit of blood and smiled
Remember, cry if you see a white ambulance
They sat quietly for a while, for them there was no rush anymore
Being a bit older, the boy feeling the need to comfort the girl spoke
We are on an island, nobody can touch us here, we are safe
It is our red kingdom and you will be my blue queen
And all around us there is nothing but blue ocean and red fish to eat
Lets never leave this place, I shall guard it from intruders for you
The girl in the blue sweater smiled and kissed him on the cheek
And spoke softly while wrapping her arm around his waist
It will all be over soon, it will all be over soon
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