The TRC Float

By Lynn Ockersz

In the fatally-fractured Isle,

The top-dog class is back,

Trudging the TRC beaten track,

Blissfully unaware it seems,

That nothing works in this field,

Without brotherly love,

And forgiveness for past crimes…

Both sides owning to faults,

If not, it would be like putting,

The cart before the horse;

Another house being built on sand,

A populist ploy destined to fall apart,

Besides, Truth and Reconciliation,

Are already in the Dhamma books.