Outside a warm room
In some middle-class place
Tramps starve
Children drown
Economies crumble
Nations arm
Wars rage
Powers fall
People mourn
Debts mount
Rapists prowl
Fools pray
Cars crash
Victims weep
Wounds bleed
Madmen rage
The kettle clicks.
A steaming latte
Warms contented lips.
Even medieval lands had their places of sanctuary against
a harsh and cruel world beyond. Long may these exist
for our sanity and safety today. But I'd prefer a cup of Earl Grey, myself. :-))
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Estelle Haward
Tue 13th Sep 2016 07:08
Cutting through the soul.