Sunday Somewhere Safe Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Sunday somewhere safe

My fingers itch to write
but it will not be about the moon
it hangs there like a balloon.

I refuse to turn on the news
but a big liner was in trouble on
the coast of Norway

going to sea in winter sea
thinking they were safe in a big ship
you wouldn`t get me on a cruiser

I have read the news Palestine
wants NATO to protect them
an idea met with ridicule by Israel

soon there will be no Palestinians left
removed to the outer fringes
herding goats and taken pictures off

the way primaeval people lived before Israel
came, an old culture was snuffed out, fluff
for historians to write about