Burning Monks and Nuns

Burning Monks and Nuns
Inflame my heart with shame
The will to die aflame
Speaks volumes of the game

Burning Monks and Nuns
Their smoky signals on the gyre
Like a message on a wire
Rising to a lofty spire

Burning Monks and Nuns
Orange, red and sooty hues
Suffer tourist gawping views
For this end of life they choose

Burning Monks and Nuns
Are we hearing what you say
Has the message gone astray
Or have we lost the will to pray

Burning Monks and Nuns
Does it hurt you when you die
Or does your soul just simply fly
To Nirvana and beyond

Burning Monks and Nuns
You are our horrible hope.

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