Lies, Damn Lies And Statistics Poem by Paul Warner

Four deaths is a drama,
one thousand deaths a statistic.
look into the panorama,
see the logistics.

Life is a parabola,
a curve without fate,
always either side of the norm,
a leap of faith.

Religion adds up to nothing,
always divisional,
according to belief and hate,
apportioned to birth and unreason.

The minority is the majority,
in the game we play.
The well fed dispose hunger.
Awkward sense of loyalty.

The ghosts tap on our shoulders,
saying time to change.
Those before see eternal rain,
oh why can't we change?

There is no belief,
only pain is the gain.
Forget tomorrows,
Gulag archipelagos.

Pain is gain,
Stalin, Mao, Hitler,
played the game.
Bigger smaller? O
all end up littler.

The sorrow weeps,
and the pain gets smaller,
until,
we cannot leap, only sleep.