Terrible is the blemish that shatters our window panes,
Rips the stars from the sky, hurls ancient light in explosive
Ordnance, flees our homeland, sees on TV the destructive
Ubiquity of violence, and laughs for art explains
Beauty as detached in her observations, for the brains
Littered across washed cobblestones reveal the devisive
Engagement of sectarian warfare, the constructive
Solution to civil strife, disarm the men whom hate trains.
Understand the future of our island is in the hands
Left to those with wrists still attached, prosthetics can't perform
Surgery with stillness and precision, the cancer stands
To win against surgeons trained to remove this perfect storm,
Entitled to conduct herself as a lady in lands
Removed in language and culture, the queen removes the thorn.
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