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Sunbeds and Sandbags

Life beyond the borders

On my sun bed by the pool

The war is spilling over

But only as the price of fuel


The sky’s still blue

As is the sea

The drinks are flowing

There’s no blood to see


Music drifting on the warm sunny breeze

While I lay on my sun bed beneath the palm trees

But still my thoughts wander

to the poor souls who bleed

I pray for their lives and country be freed,

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