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We Three Kings

So who will teach us not to fight?
We journey only in the night
to follow this unlikely light,
for really we three are in flight
from rampant evil, day-time bright
and rulers drunk on murderous might,
hypocrisy and smelly shite.
We look for something that is right,
That shafts our world with God’s delight
And then restores our blinded sight
To see our world from God’s great height,
Then with us dwelling in the dark.
That star, our wisdom, hits the mark.

Alan Storkey

Alan Storkey

Economist, sociologist, writer and painter, living near Cambridge.

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