The Shadow Next Door

The Shadow Next Door


"How cosmopolitan," I said
watching the evening news.
"But it's not here,
I have no fear
watching the evening news."

"Crimea and Nigeria.
They're far away from here.
It's sad, I see
but not to me.
They're far away from here."

The shadow of the world's unrest
grows larger every day.
Head in the sand,
what is at hand
grows larger every day.

How can we ignore what goes on
and mutilate what's right?
We can't pretend
that all will mend
and mutilate what's right.

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Prompt for: June 6, 2014
Theme: Shadows
Words to use: Cosmopolitan, mutilate
Words not to use: dark, light, night, stars
Additional Parameters: Max 20 lines
Line Count: 20
Form: The Roundabout   is a four stanza poem, with each stanza consisting of 5 lines. The poem is written in iambic and the meter is 8/6/4/4/6, the final line being a refrain of line 2. Roundabouts can be on any subject.