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THE LAST BONFIRE
THE LAST BONFIRE
The wood has been collected stacked,
And guarded midnight of the eight day
Approaches is this truly the last bonfire.
When flames roar skywards, and people
Scream out about their pain of internment.
Can we truly believe it's the last bonfire?
On Marian day we lit them for years.
When voices were raised they did so in praise.
Perhaps ifthe eight night bonfire is truly the last,
Then maybe somehow some day the painful
Memories of restless times will pass.
Let others light their bonfires, celebrate
Ancient moments in history, we cannot
Let antiquated hate become, our future.
Today, as the eight day of midnight approaches.
Believe, in the last bonfire.
The wood has been collected stacked,
And guarded midnight of the eight day
Approaches is this truly the last bonfire.
When flames roar skywards, and people
Scream out about their pain of internment.
Can we truly believe it's the last bonfire?
On Marian day we lit them for years.
When voices were raised they did so in praise.
Perhaps ifthe eight night bonfire is truly the last,
Then maybe somehow some day the painful
Memories of restless times will pass.
Let others light their bonfires, celebrate
Ancient moments in history, we cannot
Let antiquated hate become, our future.
Today, as the eight day of midnight approaches.
Believe, in the last bonfire.
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THE LAST BONFIRE
THE LAST BONFIRE