The Man in The Blue Turban
The Man in the Blue Turban
Had come from the East
Creating armies on either shore
Turning brother against brother
45 degrees North
A star dragging sparks
A famine going one way
Then another
Before becoming universal
The Man in the Blue Turban
Had a nuclear weapon
That even a child could use
So, I offered to carry it for him
Down the long dark corridor
Which stretched out before us
As an icy cumulonimbus
Began to form around my head
While the soles of my feet
Became cool and itchy
The nuclear weapon was warm to the touch
And reminded me of my Father
I had long forgotten my father’s face
But not his name
The Man in the Blue Turban
The Woman of The Year
The Boy in the Stripped Pajama's
The Little Girl in The Red Dress
Had come from the East
Creating armies on either shore
Turning brother against brother
45 degrees North
A star dragging sparks
A famine going one way
Then another
Before becoming universal
The Man in the Blue Turban
Had a nuclear weapon
That even a child could use
So, I offered to carry it for him
Down the long dark corridor
Which stretched out before us
As an icy cumulonimbus
Began to form around my head
While the soles of my feet
Became cool and itchy
The nuclear weapon was warm to the touch
And reminded me of my Father
I had long forgotten my father’s face
But not his name
The Man in the Blue Turban
The Woman of The Year
The Boy in the Stripped Pajama's
The Little Girl in The Red Dress
