Head In The Sand

By on September 13, 2008 in Human Rights, War Poems
 

My head’s in the sand,
And my butt’s in the air,
I’m hiding from trouble,
Not saying a prayer.

I think no one sees me,
I’m far out of sight,
Now all’s back to normal,
And everything’s right.

If I can’t see hunger,
It doesn’t exist,
If nations are fighting,
I can’t see their fist.

I live in my darkness,
And all is so fine,
The world is not ending,
I can’t see the sign.

But while I am living,
Down here in my rut,
The real world is out there,
Attacking my butt.

by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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One Response to Head In The Sand

  1. Anna_of_Poems October 1, 2008 at 7:53 pm #

    Its so true! You’ve done it again, David. So well put and such an excellent punchline. God, so well-put! :shock:

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