PANIC IN THE CIRCUS

There was panic in the circus
As they struck down their tents
They packed their trunks and animals
And hurried out of town
But, as they drove across the bridge,
Militia shot them down.
Cages tumbled into deep gorge,
Lions roared, horses screamed,
Clowns howled, acrobats akimbo
All dashed on rocks below,
Tangled wreckage lay drenched in blood,
Diesil and alcohol.
Only the ringmaster remained
Alive, gently twitching
Atop another grassy knoll,
Before sniper topped him.
Shrapnel permeates green landscape
Hallmarked by BAE,
Delivered by train through Poland
Directly from NATO.

Harry Rogers, In the Red Bedroom,
May 7th 2022

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