Get a new bike for the child
blue one with spangling
baubles
or the pink one with white tyres
and an aircraft showers flames
and broken glass and
lives
101 stories into the streets below
That piece of land should do it
but the little cottage on
the hill
could be better, lovely view
And in the streets of New York
fall the dashed hopes and
promise
of an innocent peaceful future
Evil's judgement arrived just then
a judgement as
worthless as the
dust and fire that blocked out all
of the hopes for a little land
a pretty wee kids bike to
play on
in the farm tracks of New Zealand
May every hope and joy that ever
awoke in the minds of
sad victims
eventually manifest itself in life
Such a deep tragedy.
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