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Why Are We Here?

Why are we here,
Not there?
How did we inherit
The latitudes and longitudes
Of sanctuary?
How did we exempt ourselves
From places where machetes
Swing through children
In time with the rhythms
Of anthems of cruelty and death?
How did we wind up
On peaceful ground,
Hearing only the sounds
Of gardeners trimming hedges
On midsummer days?

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I’ve retired after a career teaching law. I divide my time now between Athens, Georgia, in the States and the south coast of Ireland.