Three hours in a stuffy airport lounge
Is all the time I’ve spent with you,
An irritating blip on an autumn trip
To Atlanta’s tempestuous stew
On the day an English princess
Was laid to rest in shocked world’s view.
Home to Dylan and Lakota brave,
Iron mines, snow and natural ice,
Tonight, my tears flow long for you
Who have for your pride paid the price
By standing strong against the hate
Spreading love ‘gainst loaded dice.
If this madness should ever cease
I will, with you, come share that peace.
Tony Quarrington 
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