Unwinding Keys

This is a philosophical poem I wrote about the terrorist attacks in Paris.  I think David Byrne’s music is a fitting orchestral accompaniment.

A headline in the news
They broke her eldest daughter
And victims were confused
With victims of the slaughter

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They spoke in ancient ways
With candles and with flowers
But refuge is not found
In stadiums or towers

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Mad world you are so cruel
She wants nothing of you
Mad world you are a fog
Very few can see through

(c) Frances Maynard; Supplied by The Public Catalogue Foundation

Mad world you grow so dark
Darker every minute
Surrounding her with words
With which they hope to spin it

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She gathers up her young
And runs with haste to refuge
See chicks escape the rain
While great beasts drown in deluge

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Can you hear her now?

She speaks in music’s silence
And paints a bright new world
An end to all the violence

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Mad world you are so cruel
She’s in her bridal chambers
Singing of His love
And children safe from dangers

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Children take these keys

It’s in the breach, remind them
Unravel to your birth
And in the light you’ll find Him

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