June 16, 2016

 

the soul has been devoured
hate grows wide and wild
has moved from wings to stage
is nurtured in fertile fields

 

too many deaths
too much pain
too little love

 

destruction without cause
blood spilled without glory
cruelty no more a stranger
wanton, senseless, endless

 

temples collapse
dust confuses
desolation surrounds

 

we on-stand this tiny ball

borne on winds of hate
our lives the spoils of war
violent and relentless

 

desperation’s ceaseless cry
craves hope, begs relief
longs for evil’s overthrow

 

darkness has fallen
light is shuttered
in the corners

we weep

 

Our very cry for hope

proof enough it lives