Life dances around them
peacefully
while
elsewhere,
people scream and shout and fight.
In protest
of
change that
sweeps away
a life style.
And
I,
who live
here,
in a peaceful bubble,
am saving
perfume bottles
and
scraps of lace
that may be used
for
elegant explosives,
elegant explosives,
should
necessity strike.
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