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Poetry Contrasting Worlds

The World Between the Words
A poet looking at the sky at night,
a boxer looking for his next fight.
A starlet looking at her own face,
a padre looking for a state of grace.

In a village in Sudan,
a young girl is raped
for being the wrong ethnicity.


A model looking at her new style,
a mother looking for her baby’s smile.
A banker looking at one more gain,
a farmer looking for a sign of rain.

In a squalid house in London,
an old lady dies of neglect
when shit happens in a lonely world.


A super-stud looking at his new lay,
a father looking for his next pay.
A student looking at her first loan,
a couple looking for a house to own.

In a back street in New York,
a cool kid pumps poison through his veins
to see those swirling colours change.


A grandma looking at her new perm,
a politician looking for one more term.
A zealot looking at a cause to die,
a sad girl looking for a place to cry.

In a hotel room in Bangkok,
a tiny boy is sold to a paedophile
for the price of his siblings’ supper.


A sportsman looking at his next goal,
a gay man looking for a kindred soul.
A drunkard looking at one more drink,
a scientist looking for a final link.

In gutters everywhere,
small children settle down for the night
while the rest of us try to get stoned.
 

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