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heart of the crisis

Gales of war roar from the western Atlantic
Your voice sounds faint, fifteen borders away
As we knew, politicians are childish and frantic
At the heart of the crisis, should you stay?

As I land an airport becomes an air-base
In each otherís arms we find sanctuary
Now our own rift seems a trivial chase
The news prove that destiny is arbitrary

Grey vessels with a ballast of rage
Scenes from the suburbs of imagination
A peripheral world assumes centre stage
Intelligence lost in procrastination

All the muezzins sound out of tone
Advertising bygone values to no avail
Fearing that tomorrow Mecca will be gone
As towers of Babel, also minarets will fail

Young soldiers stare with fear in their eyes
The desert covers the town in emptiness
Only panic thrives, as global reliance dies
Personal dilemmas, dwarfed by world madness
 

M.Daedalus

see also:
  • the Tagus and the Daugava
  • the passenger
  • seagulls
  • fjord
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