[Kameleon]

Women and children pray that
Their loved ones will return.
In no-man's land the soldiers watch
Stinking houses burn.
The leaders play Monopoly
On the Battle-charts.
Stinking corpses fill the trenches
Masking the ramparts.

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I look out of the window
Of our holiday place
Feel the chill and brutal wind
Lash at my face.

I look out at my snowman
Bound at the waist in white
He is a captive of his kingdom
Which revolted overnight.

It's too cold for anyone
And winter days are dim
So I snuggle into bed again
I don't want to freeze with him.