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Jeux Sans Frontieres

The dark blue uniform speaks to us
in a language we don’t understand ,
the carriage we’re in stinks
even with the windows open ;
pervasive cloying tobacco ,
sweat ,dried vomit ,urine unwashed bodies
pressed almost obscenely together ;
Days have passed us by un-numbered
miles trekked without signposts ,
like snakeskins old habits of
hope , purpose ,civility ,empathy
have been discarded amid
the ashes and rubble ;
The dark blue uniform speaks to us again ,
this time in tortuous worldservice BBC english
we are being transported to a reception camp
to be registered and await further instruction ;
the carriage we’re in still stinks
and some more children need to use the toilet..

Syria

We’ve been here before .
at the abyss’ edge daring
ourselves to stare right in ;
cajoling one another
with all the fervour
of middle ranking bank executives
leaving work late to-night;
With wifey and kids at home ,
and the endless toil of years
wearying your souls over
mortgages ,cars ,holidays
and that swedish furniture ;
We’ve been here before ,
gesticulating with wagging finger
at the madman ,the lunatic ,the psychopath ,
the sociopath ,the misanthrope ,the zealot ,
the bigot ,the fanatic ,the extremist ,
the revolutionary ,the reactionary ;
those who know what the game is really all about ,
zero sum.
No way out.
We’ve been here before.