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