Ancient, unchanging, benevolent face,

How mournful behind it your soul must be.

Ahimsa faith lost on a "master race",

Nirvana unreached by humanity

Celebrated image, icon of peace,

Now faded, jaded, like Lindisfarne walls.

We reject dukkha - you promise release,

But higher disciples rejected your call.

Our only faith refuge, unlike the rest,

Religious savour, in robes of saffron.

Your mindfulness doctrines, failed not the test,

All creeds' problems are created by man.

Perhaps you asked too much, of men born weak,

To fire victory and dismiss defeat.

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