Sat high in the hills where love is norm:-
The basis for life, everyday.
Where the absence of love fuels a desire to love,
And love a desire to live.
Over, again, looking down on crater lakes;
On flora vivid in the equatorial sun.
Yet, unseen, deep in the valley, grouped and in convoy;
A void of permanent want.
Of fear, and poison;
Hatred flows and the cities crumble.
Cruel meager lives,
Punctuated only by acts of extreme violence.
The old man dreams of nothing but peace;
But his boys know nothing but war.
