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


The Soul has been Devoured
A poem by Peter Rhebergen

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