WE ALL LAUGH IN THE SAME LANGUAGE
"We live between
two fires. . ."
he tells the cameras
"...the misery of going
the misery of staying..."
The camera cuts
to his daughter
seriously playing
locked inside her self.
They are refugees
from TV land
their harsh reality
living behind the glass
that separates them
from us.
Suddenly there is an invasion
of clowns.
The man in the navy blue suit
broken top hat & polka dot tie
is sowing laughter
in the barren lands of their minds
his buffooning reaping
a bumper crop in minutes.
The clownish figure of fun
gathering delighted applause
from those who never thought
they could laugh again.
They hula hoop crazily through the camps
juggle and pratfall with the reality of war.
"All shall be well, and all shall be well
and all manner of thing shall be well.”
their antics seem to tell. . .
Maybe there will be laughter
after all
after all
we all laugh in the same language.
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 3:13 PM UTC
WE ALL LAUGH IN THE SAME LANGUAGE
"We live between
two fires. . ."
he tells the cameras
"...the misery of going
the misery of staying..."
The camera cuts
to his daughter
seriously playing
locked inside her self.
They are refugees
from TV land
their harsh reality
living behind the glass
that separates them
from us.
Suddenly there is an invasion
of clowns.
The man in the navy blue suit
broken top hat & polka dot tie
is sowing laughter
in the barren lands of their minds
his buffooning reaping
a bumper crop in minutes.
The clownish figure of fun
gathering delighted applause
from those who never thought
they could laugh again.
They hula hoop crazily through the camps
juggle and pratfall with the reality of war.
"All shall be well, and all shall be well
and all manner of thing shall be well.”
their antics seem to tell. . .
Maybe there will be laughter
after all
after all
we all laugh in the same language.
Just published in THE COLOURS OF REFUGE.
