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SPIRITS SENT ADRIFT
The seawall bursts into flames
A thousand people leap
Into waves sudden and tall
Crashing as they pound bodies
She treads and swims
One of hundreds
Yet 8 hours later when rescued
She is alone a mile out to sea.
All the rest around her
Breathing black, rancid smoke
Met their Lord pre-maturely
Their souls to be restored.
Bodies never recovered
Spirits sent adrift
Flames from the hillsides
That once protected now kill
Fingers point
And politicians prosper
Blaming this, that and the other
Until shame hits, which is never –
Long faces for cameras
Sent by the high-tech media
That doesn’t report on anything
Until they cover for the “power” that is
Buy the land
That surrounds the bases
Organize workers
Shut down access –
Oops, no pilots got to work
And the mechanics
Wouldn’t cross the picket line –
So China owns, ?, ? How many bases? 230829.1