all life is suffering
this variant life
resistant to buffering
each new day
give your life a word
when we pray
each word adds a plea
hoping for joy
hoping to be free
affliction as a critical storm
creating resistance
in a critical form
so those promises we seek
how many do we ever keep
were kept promises
ever the norm
those screams I hear
are they screams of anger
or screams of absolute fear
all that wailing in the distance
is someone weeping
for their dead
or has madness
shaken everyone senseless
even animals and birds
try resisting this revolution
I hear the trees cry out
hoping for peaceful resolution
when all the sweet singers
and dearest poets
have lost their voices
when death has come
hauling those defeated
away to scurrilous hell
when surely everyone  
has become insane
all the healthy taken ill
will any sacred bells
even those ones hanging
in ruined central square
ring in another new year
or with their dulcet tones
bring news of further heartache
will anyone be standing there
will anyone be here to witness
all the tragic horrid news
just another mortal view
of all that once was
of what we once thought
was nothing but good
something we had hoped
wishing our once valiant dreams
were not somehow misconstrued
but had been forever honest
and sincerely true

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