No News: an ae freislighe

The news can be troubling:
there’s always some fresh unrest,
some great tension bubbling.
Each day, I hope for the best,

but still I keep wondering:
how wise is that course today?
Must we keep on blundering,
pretending to know the way?

04 NOV 2010

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