Bagages on airports
Cars in front of Cafés
People amongst people
Everything explodes
But not here
But not yet here
So we can oversee
Those explosions
Distant habit
A child kneels
At democracy’s tomb
Dear Sirs, Dear Presidents
If we do not protect democracy
Over there, do we here?
www.licornesworld.net
Martine Kolber
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/democracy-10/
