Rubbles, twisted steel
coloured rags scattered on roads
wailing voices, quiet tears and desperation,
the camera eye
reporting for hours to the world -
it’s so far away here by the telly
turning away sending the SMS rescue
changing the channel
a little tremble in the eye
quickly rejected
ah shit snow tomorrow again
put another log on the fire darling.
1 comments:
This is really good, Ashi. So raw and true.
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