The big picture is always difficult to understand. While many of us bloggers sit in the comfort of our homes trying to make sense of the world through glass houses and in our case screens- the ipad, kindle, laptops, there are many caught in the middle of mind numbing tragedy. This is when we look toward diplomats to find solutions….
So what are you going to do about the mummies Mr Penguin?
You talk and talk on thrones- the ice doesn’t thaw, no global warming here,
No melting of hearts. Just coats and suits and wobbling heads.
Genocides are habitual.
People are turned inside out-they show their parts.
The world rots like fruit-common news.
We try to find solutions while you watch television
And bite your nails when ads bare all.
I can’t sleep at night Mr Penguin.
The world is not safe- can you turn things around?
Can we all shake hands and make a truce?
Sleeping pills are a solution
Or a nice hot brew- I have a flight to catch,
Murderers to meet. My mother told me this job is for men
How wrong she was! For mice then, we nibble and surrender,
Answers evaporate from our lips when we talk- truces are within.
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