light
rotating
on
the
bald
flat
top
head
of
the
hill
village
below
that
dreams
in
the
long
nights
I
saw
a
civilization
bleed
I
heard
the
cries
angry
a
little
painful
more
at
the
shrine
of
suffering:
light
we
a
dim
light
to
see
beyond
star
light
for
so
much
dark
around
our
civilization
lurks
that
we
must
get
more
light
more
light!
More
Soul
wake
up
Inner
Soul!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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