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Roulette Wheel of a World

When the first dawn broke on our accident

Prone roulette wheel of a world seemingly

Flexed against everything and everyone

In it, it soon became clear that some way

Of mitigating the many mysterious forces

Railed against humanity was necessary,

And thus the first rudimentary incantation

Crossed the lips of a farmer whose crops

Had been decimated by a freak hailstorm

Which meant there would be nothing in

The bin to get his family and his livestock

Through autumn and the coming winter.

Is there a secret portal in your mirror?

Are people talking to you from the glass?

Figures stepping from the glass into your

World? Do you seek to prevent further

Invasion from the glass and if so have

You tried cleansing the glass with a stiff

Cognac, lemon and Canada Dry? An ideal

Solution for closing unwanted gateways

To other worlds and one that ends on a

Happy note as this is one detergent you

Can polish off yourself.

How much prayer went into Aleppo I

Wonder? Somebody's prayers were

Answered, but not those of the wider

World. Prayer, now there's a thing, as

Flexible as you like, meaningful to some

Meaningless to others, especially those

Equipped with cluster bombs, guns and

Mustard gas. No need for prayer when

You can blow your enemy to pieces, raise

His home to the ground and call it a good

Days work.

Like the farmer above not everything in

This world is as it seems and not every

Prayer will be answered and yet we still

Wait for signs that 'The meek shall inherit

The Earth' but let us not hold our breath

Just in case.

©Joseph G Dawson
18/01/2017