Johanna PearceWhy can’t I sleep?
Why do I weep?
Why am I still counting sheep in the world,
Why aren’t I curled in the loving embrace
Of a civilisation that faces its evils
And says a clear “No!
Here is a line and beyond is a place
That no one should go”?
I've changed around the words a bit since I first posted this on the birdsite at 3am, or whatever ungodly hour it was... Just a thought I couldn't get out of my head.