Thursday, 7 June 2007

Migration of a remote control

I flip the channel,
Tune from news to travel.

I prefer surf and sand
To horrors of this land.

A dose of amazing homes,
Not children’s bones.

Street fashion in New York,
Not street fights in Iraq.

Gourmet cafes and bars,
Definitely not live wars.

I choose to be brain shallow,
Than get soul hollow.

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