Danger lurks in the eyes of the crazed general
who grins as his finger hovers
over the nuclear button.
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Danger lurks in the promises made over wine
in sumptuous hotel hideaways
above bunkers built for the rich.
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Danger lurks in the hearts of grey-suited men
damning destroyers of forests
while denying them alternatives.
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Danger lurks in declarations of world peace
as children die in far-off lands
nameless in their degradation.
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Danger lurks in the city streets where we live
as boxed-in children with tired hearts
slump aimless before flashing screens.
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Danger lurks in the old eyes of our offspring
who despairing surf the net
in search of a fantasy world.
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This is terribly sad.
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I always write my saddest things in January and February, so you must keep writing your beautiful haiku to cheer me up. 🙂
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Those last three lines raised tears in me. Profound. Precise and sadly, so correct. So glad you are voicing these things many fear lending voice to or simply do not know how. We can only change things if we can name them and talk about them and you just did both extremely powerfully. Well done.
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Thanks, Aurora. I’m sort of glad to have raised tears in you. My words have sometimes got me into trouble, but I feel so strongly about quite a number of issues that I’ll override my natural reticence to put voice to them.
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