Lightning veins the sky
Eyes peer out in awe and wonder at nature’s power.
But still we dash from homes to cars, from cars to shops
Scurrying under newspaper hats to their dryness
while dancing drops rebound like ping pong ball on the sidewalk.
We are dry, we are safe.
Plumes streak the sky
Eyes close in fear of man’s awesome power
They dash from homes to shelters
Scurrying in shadows avoiding the snipers’ sights
while rockets hit the strip squeezing it metre by metre nearer to the sea of oblivion
They are dry but never safe.
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