News at eight
I listen to news
From sides of oceans.
On east of Canada:
Dangerous is snow,
Blocked is everywhere,
Blizzard and storm
Are causing disasters,
Closed are doorframes
And the roofs have fallen.
People and entrapped
And are warned:
"Don't get out! "
Sydney on other side
Is in full danger
Of the bad bushfires.
Animals and people
Have been killed
Are found dead.
I listen and digest
The pain of each of the
Residents, impacted.
And follow Middle East
Where have been and belong
While looking at Ukraine
Behind the impeachment
Of US president...
Find reports to be junk
Mostly show just one side.
Like plough in the farm
Dig through depths of mind,
Bite my lips in wonder,
Take shape of the question:
"Why? Why? Why? "
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