Tonight I shall sleep in a warm bed,
My duvet clean and scented.
When I wake,
Coffee will be plentiful.
Breakfast will be my choice,
Hot, or cold.
I shall expect my shower
To work,
And my soap
To be scented.
My t.v will bring all the propaganda
I can swallow.
My car will take me wherever
I wish to go.
Gasoline is my right.
My children are plump
And well fed.
.
I live in Gaza
I have to produce identity
To work.
There is little food
And less medicine.
We have to speak
A language which is not our own,
Simply to be heard.
Tell me please;
Is accident of birth
Simply an accident
Or god's
Eternal joke?
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Owain Glyn
