I have no words, only tears,
I can't watch news ever again.
I heard it as I turned the tele in the evening ,
Now no more...
Know I will be haunted with that sound ...
Oh no, dear God, why have you made only evil,
Named it humans, said we have words and choices,
Yet dropped it like molten rock into men's hearts?
Cruelty thy name is human...
Animals are your creation, yet we pride in a soul,
The souls are charred vestiges ,left from your better creations ,
Be they created or evolved, evil dwells heavy in the souls ,
That had only cruelty to a young Tyre...
The cries will reverberate through us , for all our days ,
Waking us from our sleep, as we pray to faceless gods ,
As we hope again in the dark for life for our children,
As this cursed nation search for a soul, yet again , in vain...
Yet again see the hardened souls , drunk with power ,
Walk by and lay down to a sleep so sound ,
For theirs' is a remorseless power, dark and set solid...
But for us , despite all prayers and hopes, our days just stretch long ,
Anxious hours drag into days , stretched into shriveled time,
To our lives, our wretched lives waiting for our children to return,
Until the next day again and again for eternity,
With prayers to Gods who cannot hear us...
poem by Pc3 -(01/27/2023)
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