Lawine
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For a friend
Someone call the media
There’s been a mistake
It’s not the kind of headline
That he would ever make
It’s not the kind of story
We want in our feed
That’s not that kind of paper
Any of us read.
Someone tell the embassy
To get their story straight
To update the advisory
Before it’s too late
If this ugliness should crystallise
In a billion tonnes of snow
If the confusion isn’t clarified
We’ll never make it go.
I never felt so far from home
As when they called me just now
I never felt so up in arms
I could not hold you in mine
Don’t spell out the words
Don’t let the sentence set
Don’t carve it in stone
I’m not quite ready yet
To forget
I never felt so lost in space
So much in need of solid ground
I never felt so far afield
As my whole world just tumbled down</ref>
I never felt so out of place
As when they crowded in my room
Don’t