(Homage to Auden)
Put down your guns, take back your pointed words
Before they pin you in a box like swords
Muffle the politicians with your silent tears
Bring out the coffins, and let go your fears
Look at each other. We are all human here
Rich and poor have mouths and eyes and ears
A precious face of hope was lost last night
A child born amidst a different fight
Gather your children as planets gather around stars
Show them the way, for a different way is ours
Standing together, growing slowly, as trees grow in the wood
or nothing now will ever come to any good
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