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  • Seventy-seven holes in our hearts
    and still, we keep breathing
    quietly weeping...

    (Broken dream house by Anko)

    Rumours of rot in foreign hamlets
    still hold sway & atrocities
    true to form, happen elsewhere.
    Disasters are only news
    when they explode faraway.
    Those in our own house
    are made of flesh & blood
    closer to the bone.

    Norway is no exception
    where the black gold brings
    the immigrant catalyst
    & changes nobody bargains for,
    changes against the grain

    Norway but a fledgling at last century’s turn
    Oslo took back its name from Christiania
    & stood apart from Swedes & Danes.
    In a century’s short work
    voilà the world-class kingdom
    with serfs from far & wide
    but some of Norge's blue-eyed blondes
    felt a little pushed aside

    Old-man Norse got zealous
    shook the timbers in Valhalla
    & that ancient snake nefarious
    Jörmungand twisted up inside

    Lamb-like to the sacrifice
    seventy-seven no longer live
    in this world of dukkehjem no more

    So hard to reconcile
    the best & the worst in us
    striving siblings
    that don't get along
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