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June 16, 2016 - September 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

 

desperations ceaseless cry

craves hope, begs relief

longs for evils overthrow

 

darkness has fallen

light is shuttered

in the corners

we weep

 

Our very cry for hope

proof enough it lives

 


Each New Day A Miracle
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