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Poem: During 110 Kilometre Winds

Yesterday, during 110 kilometre winds

Wind surfing birds lapped the skies,
As for the trees
Artistic dance moves swayed from each root,
Large branches – dislodged from years of fixed bark –
Threw themselves across newly formed rivers and lakes,
The roads transformed “for one night only,”
Nature laughing herself into play.
All the while, in Paris,
Policemen and armoured cars
Sat rigid against their latest attack:
Helicopters took to the clouds
And well trained eyes stared down barreled guns,
Gunfire, explosions, sirens
Filled up the skies
As hostages and takers lost lives.
There were no 110 kilometre winds in Paris yesterday
Instead, human nature
Churned up, destroyed
Innocent lives.

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