January 2010. I. Anybody.

January 2010.I. Anybody.

In Africa the football hits the grass

Like a big, congealed blood clot

And bright young men fall over injured,

 Or blanch and die.

The African cup helicopters are in HD on my TV,

 But I am outside shovelling snow.

 

The airline bomber sets his underpants on fire

And a man is stabbed in a London street.

 Fanatics daily bomb Pakistani innocents

As Hell freezes over.

We should pile the bodies high by Nelson's column,

 Visible cuplability to cultural disaster.

 But I am too busy to do this, I am shovelling snow.

 

The House of Lords doesn't represent me,

 The Duck House Parliament doesn't benefit me.

 Who fed the curry house conspirators,

 Was it expensives?

Will liars elect to tell the truth?

 Unknown I stoop outside to shovel snow.

 

Bonus snow sits high in the branches

Of stark silhouettes and long winter shadows.

Snow flakes to the ground and ices the paths.

 I have my head down,

Determined to shovel snow

 And make some progress.

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Thaumaturgically Charged

Wed 13th Jan 2010 00:56

For me this poem represents a sad indictment of our times, We are all too busy shovelling snow or sh*t to get a handle on what is going on around us, maybe we have hit the red zone and can't afford to take it on anymore.......Hard Rain Jane very thought provoking.TC XX

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jane wilcock

Tue 12th Jan 2010 21:08

Thanks, stefan, proof reading is no proof of reading...

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Patricia and Stefan Wilde

Tue 12th Jan 2010 21:01

Good evening,Jane.Clever/funny poem.Can you add another brick,to make Nesons column into Nelsons column.Thanks for good read-Stefan

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