Words are useless

At this time

Forgiveness?

No way!

Justice?

What kind of justice

Do we want?

But will justice be enough?

No, any kind of justice

Cannot appease our grief

The sorrow that we feel

For our Sangha and our people

No kind of justice

Can replace the loss

Of those lives

So precious.

It was on a sacred full moon day

When they came and opened fire

On our revered Sangha

At the Sule pagoda.

Oh dear Lord,

You say we have to forgive

And yet forgiveness is

The hardest thing

To do right now.

It is too early;

Much, much too raw.

Later, perhaps,

When the rage

Has subsided a little

But, only after

Ultimate Justice

Has been served!