Has a telephone
Which, rings in an empty room
A let down echo
Not cradled in a warm hand
And not heard a lover’s voice.
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As markets pick up
Petrol prizes are going up
Many cars are sold
New and bigger airports built
Global warming, be damned.
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When we make love
I look up and see the ceiling
It needs painting
What do you see my dear?
Me, I look straight into hell.
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We strongly believe
In the freedom of the press
As long as it
Doesn’t print truths about us
And endanger our democracy.
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Lived in dad’s house
August heat, he trekked north
I looked after it
Nothing to do, drank brandy
And dynamited his abode
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Get me out of here
Ocean and sun are too blue
Perpetual boredom
White curtains, guard open doors
The sea calls my name in vain
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This rock in the sea
Looks like a shipwrecked vessel
In October sadness
A ship manned by seagulls
her captain, a tired seal.
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The Palestinians
Are my beloved cousins
The Israeli poet sighed
If they would only behave
We wouldn’t have to punish them.
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Blinding blaze of light
Oak leaves turned into gold
No one can notice
The precious has no worth
Rubies litter empty streets.
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Ornamental pond
In the garden of sorrow
Is dry and lifeless
But can’t hide the memory
A child’s still face and wet leaves.
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