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‘Look at the big picture,’

Cried the man in the suit.

So I took his advice

And ignored the sniper,

The stiff, the nightly raid,

The trivia of grief.

I turned to the summit,

Its polished chandeliers,

Its underarm hygiene,

Its on-tap refreshment,

(‘Still or sparkling, Madam?),

While, in the dregs of war,

The uninvited crouch

And hope the shells will miss.



◄ Nineteen Eighty-Four

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Stephen Gospage

Tue 25th Jun 2024 17:39

Thank you, Keith and Manish, for your generous comments.

There's no alternative to diplomacy in the end, but its rituals must grate with the poor devils caught up in the fight.

And thanks to everyone who liked this poem.

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Manish Singh Rajput

Fri 21st Jun 2024 13:50

The message, structure and set-up of this poem is put out brilliantly by you, Stephen. Clear, crisp and effective.

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keith jeffries

Fri 21st Jun 2024 11:54

The comparison is stark. Endless talking shops with little to connect them with reality is an all too familiar scene. A poem which all diplomats should read before their next summit.
Thank you for this,

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