Blood on the Wattle

There’s blood on the wattle and we need to heal

the fortunes of futures, their fate we can seal.

So much we have done and we can’t go back;

we can’t change the past but we can future’s track.

So much has been lost with so little to gain

we cannot go back but we can know their pain.

The loss of their Spirit; the loss of their Way

but we can now change and start a new day.

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About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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