circus

At the circus of Life I marvel at the ease

Of people on tightropes and the high trapeze:

A woman balances laptops and whisks-

Another juggles safe stocks and high risks-

Urchins in the city without the safety-net of home,

Cartwheeling, squabbling, through the alleys they roam;

But Man’s stone-age rages make my heart beat faster–

As he trundles his war-machines on the thin edge of disaster!

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