by Diana Moreton -
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I walk by Sibelius and hear cold cutting steel
streets of unforgiveness without much control
death marches remind me of the friendly animals
walking to their torturous deaths for you each year.
What can we celebrate this year with your death
turkey here, ham there, let's spread the pain around
for humans it means heart attack and stroke
for animals one can only imagine. Poor bloke.
We are in the eye of Hurricane Uncompassion
shifting and drifting balances of living for pleasure
as we suit our needs, God's wrath whips around us
I hope I am sleeping soundly for my cold blow.
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