Spain
The procession winds its way through the narrow streets
The children wait for the three kings
In expectation of their treats
Then as the three kings arrive
Down from the balconies so high
Sweets are thrown to the waiting throng
As the children laughing and squealing
Collect up their prize of sweets
Then leaving the streets covered
With glitter and multicoloured streamers
Another land
In another land soldiers wait in their cars
Afraid to venture forward down the mined street
The street through the village
Where people hide in the shadows
Of their adobe houses
The soldiers throw sweets before them
As village children laughing run into the street
To collect their prize of sweets
Soon the mines are cleared
And to the sound of children’s screams
And mothers wailing
The soldiers drive their cars
Down the blood soaked street
This was written after hearing two soldiers bragging of how they clear mines
RAINING SWEETS
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