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Array ( [sid] => 12924 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => lunch time [time] => 2003-02-19 07:20:00 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Lunch In a Café

Sat with my back to the TV in the scruffy café,
that serves good food and has a clean kitchen,
having my lunch. In front of me a group of men
lunching too while watching the news.

Didn’t have to turn and look knew it would be
tanks lumbering about in the sand and soldiers,
in newly laundered combat fatigue looking
impossible clean… but their guns are real.

A Washington politician spoke about democracy
with missionary zeal, why war was necessary and
discrediting peace marchers into silence, the café
audience looked bored, more tanks and guns please.

A man had shotgun killed his wife in a jealous fit,
she liked to go dancing, the café audience laughed.
I wondered if he sat in his cell now holding onto his
rage protecting himself from the horror of his action.

When serious men in suits sat around a table talking
about a war people don’t want but find their protest
democratically ignored it was time for coffee, yawn, smoke cigarettes and idly talk about work.
[comments] => 2 [counter] => 206 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Jan_Oskar_Hansen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )

lunch time

Contributed by Jan_Oskar_Hansen on Wednesday, 19th February 2003 @ 07:20:00 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

Lunch In a Café

Sat with my back to the TV in the scruffy café,
that serves good food and has a clean kitchen,
having my lunch. In front of me a group of men
lunching too while watching the news.

Didn’t have to turn and look knew it would be
tanks lumbering about in the sand and soldiers,
in newly laundered combat fatigue looking
impossible clean… but their guns are real.

A Washington politician spoke about democracy
with missionary zeal, why war was necessary and
discrediting peace marchers into silence, the café
audience looked bored, more tanks and guns please.

A man had shotgun killed his wife in a jealous fit,
she liked to go dancing, the café audience laughed.
I wondered if he sat in his cell now holding onto his
rage protecting himself from the horror of his action.

When serious men in suits sat around a table talking
about a war people don’t want but find their protest
democratically ignored it was time for coffee, yawn, smoke cigarettes and idly talk about work.

Copyright Â© Jan_Oskar_Hansen ... [ 2003-02-19 07:20:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: lunch time (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 2nd March 2003 @ 11:30:41 PM AEST
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Love your poem.

Re: lunch time (User Rating: 1 )
by Mad-Mancunian on Friday, 14th March 2003 @ 08:57:46 AM AEST
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mmmmm that's a very very sharp critique.

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