flesh
warmed
fire lit
well fed
far souls
starved
no chance
saviour words
well founded
to dwell delight;
politicians
play refugee
problem crisis
indifference
blind eye
cold turned
unless need sleight
of hand popularity
poll collapse rating
demands;
staged lip service
we suddenly care
rhetoric image shift
refugees continue
to cold disease landscape
starvation destitute die
politicians continue
resource wealth oil war
global politics pledges
refugees displaced starve die;
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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