Elders gather
tealights burn,
Questions rain down
from youthful concern.
'Find us an answer
show us the way
light up the path
that persuades us to stay
with the old ways.'
No saving of lives
no end to the pain
nothing we gain
from the monster
that resides
in our land.
Just more of their lies.
16th March 2012
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