Jan Oskar Hansen Poems

Bombing raids

I was born before the world war two and remember
sitting in the basement of a school, in the dark with fearful adults.
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The old man sings the blues

Early morning the day had died
a wall of grey nothingness death without grief.
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The starving masses

We should welcome those who flee from
tyranny, rape and murder with open arms
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Our Collaboration

When sympathy reach its limit?
Day after day we see on the TV screen
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People of Utopia

In the deepest less open forest of Congo
a tribe live in idyllic greenness the have cattle but rarely
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Modern man and machinery

Now those nuclear power stations I have shown to be too dangerous,
people are looking for an alternative.
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Haikuish

Rain in end of June
I don`t mind it cools the land
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Unlucky captain

He was captain in the army
but desired to become a general
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Twitters

It is morning in the bay of Cascais
the sky is clear and not a hint of self-serving twitters in sight.
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Donations

Every week I`m asked for donations
for worthy causes although my sympathy
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