CONTRASTS

I’m at home ironing shirts
To Beethoven that will be
Worn without pride.
We heard on the news this
Morning that thousands of people
Have died.

I’m at home ironing shirts
To Beethoiven.
Next to a window outside,
I can see green trees and sunshine,
But thousands of people
Have died.

Yet I carry on ironing
To Beethoven with a numb
Disbelief inside.
How little we know of these
Countries where thousands of people
Have died.

It seems we live in a capsule
Which shields us from
too much truth,
So we carry on ironing to
Beethoven
And pray for the sacrificed youth.

The shirts now hang in
The wardrobe.
The ironing task is done.
Beethoven’s music escorts us
Away from thoughts of the gun.

We have to appreciate living
And not feel ashamed to have cried.
It is God who must do the forgiving,
For the thousand of people who died.

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