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Ice Breaker

  • Alice Putter
  • Jul 12, 2017
  • 1 min read

The Buddhists on bicycles set out,

With eyes of glass and robes of fire,

Past gleaming skyscrapers and leaning shanty towns;

They travel to the sea to wash their hands.

In the greatest country in the world,

A wall is built by red-neck lorry drivers.

Cactuses stand guard in the north,

Whilst drive-ins crowd the northern border.

People of many colours will pray,

As their cardboard box towers burn

Under the ever-watchful eye of

The God of all Gods - money.

And in the north,

And in the south,

The ice is melting.

Words: Alice Putter | Illustration: Daria Sheeborshee

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