The drive of drift to darkness

Fills this day.

A moment's confrontation swiftly breaks

In savage violence down the crowded street.

Law and order have been upheld

But who dare count the cost in days to come

A wound slowly healing has been torn apart.

This is a time for surgeons to cut deep

Cleaving away the gangrene

Of ancient and neglected wrong.

Promise without fulfilment

Is not enough.

After this day

The hours of crises move

Swiftly towards chaos

October 1968