The Magic Show

In Los Angeles. A city located in the USA.

The great red fires burn in the neighbourhood.

The seismic quake caused by nature's hand.

Destruction and devastation are the words.

They spring to mind when the two combine,

leaving nothing but jagged rubble and blackened land.

 

Now we jump to Iz-rael.

The delegates sit there and whisper to themselves.

12 pieces of card are passed around.

Each as simple as the next.

Tick a box. Yes or no. It says quite clearly.

The computer whirrs, the men look 'round,

hoping for a courier, to come running with good news.

A small box appears.

It reads unanimous. The buttons are pressed. The appropriate people are called.

Now. An entire nation of people,

will be forced to lay down and rest.

 

Nature and nuclear. Both as graceful as a dove.

Both as deadly as each other.

No mercy, no exceptions to the rules?

 

Tomorrow we will forget we killed 2 billion people.

Tomorrow so shall we forget about what natures cruel hand did.

No matter though.

We will not forget where we live or where we work.

We will not forget our girlfriends birthday next week,

or that cash bonus the boss will hand out at Christmas time.

We will never forget the.......Important things.

Ó 1997 jaMes


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