Devastation
All around…
Blighted spirits weighted down
On bended knees
To hierarchies
Of powers in conflict that compete
For the loyalties of those oppressed
By the hardened heart of wickedness
And their own sense of void…
Wanton
Wasted
Brokenness
That looks at life through blood-tainted eyes…
Rancid stench of wretchedness…
Dark arresting passions
Of a sinful nakedness
Raging red
Till death and hell
Confirm the dread-full truths
Of paradise despised
And lives that bought into a lie…
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And when we sorrow for the lives of our children
Who indulge in the violence of their mutual despair
Will our tears yet quench the barrenness
Of this heated state in which we live…
And can we stop this crimson rain…
This predestined clash of conflicting loyalties…
If we replace the shanty towns
With fertile places unconfined…
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And on this rise
From which we survey
The woe-begotten aftermath
Of a Megiddo inspired conflagration
We retire to wipe our tears
And find a place
To build a house of hope
Through which flows
The eternal spring
Of that love…That softens hearts…Restoring hope
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