A volcano in continuous
Spate of fury
A sore that never
Ceases to fester
A cresset that holds
Coals of conflict
Questions that never
Yield any answers
Life many lives
That feed fires of rage
An imbroglio out of which
No finger points the way
Chapters of history
That dribble blood
Poultice of peace
Utopian dream
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