A New Morning Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

a new morning

I have a new phone the old one only rang
when feeling like it and that is not good enough
when someone takes the time calling me.
It is morning, and I read in the newspaper
the USA is upset because the no longer has free rains
in the south China sea.
When big powers talk about defence, it is not
what the mean it is about forces, perhaps with the exception
of Israel the lilliputian that wants to be big
and has partly succeeded but her feet are made of clay
she can so quickly lose it all.
The rest of the stuff was wasted ink about silly politics
and the dreaded virus that might, in the end, kill us all