I hang my head in shame
to think of so much shallow clinging.
I pray for more, when I have enough,
my hunger never sated.
Create hope in times to come
with a flaming heart
that will jump the gulf between people,
igniting dried out wicks.
We could then light up the sky,
burning all the chaff asunder.
Blacken the earth,
a rage so strong,
a love that knows no bounds.
Only then will spring forth
brave new shoots,
green and pure as springtime
MgM (c)
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