Tears come to my eyes as

I hear a father’s cries as

He buries his children and

Cannot see the reason why

It has come to a time to say

Good bye and it was not he

That was going in the ground

To be at rest ever more

Tears come to my eyes as

I realise how lucky that some

Things can be for those of

Us without the fuss and who

Have the ability to turn off

The sound or turn over the

Tv for we are not in such

Violence with us is merely

A conference one after the

Other to be

Tears come to my eyes as

I realise how compromised

I is in all my vanity and thinking

I am free

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