Tanka
Transport drivers strike
Two days later empty shops
No milk for the child
Wretchedly helpless we are
In our shiny democracy
Tanka
Runaway price of oil
We slides towards the abyss
But refuse to see
Stick our necks in the sawdust
And watch World Cup Football
Tanka
Ready made food
The art of cooking gone
Bread, marge and jam
When there is no frozen food
Due to transportation strike
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Monday, June 16, 2008
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