WHERE DOES THE CHILD SLEEP TONIGHT?
Where does the old man sleep tonight?
In his stately home on a quiet street,
away from the city’s noise,
the stress of governing and calculating
returns on investments,
market shares and margins,
Where does the child sleep tonight?
In her mother’s arms in the desert night,
in a refugee camp, on a crowded boat,
on the run from the missiles and bombs,
rubble and dust and destruction,
another life for Empire to count
and cast aside.