I woke up one morning, to woefully find
that another bloody war has broken out
Why need there always be ferocious minds
or actually, is life meant to be without
The thunderous roar of bombs rain upon the land
The flames of destruction maim and disintegrate
The churning of tanks leaving tracks on the sand
of marauding armies coming to madly annihilate.
I pause to think of the screams
of children tormented and petrified
And limbs go asunder, it seems
that life’s so cheap, it’s vilified.
It’s people and it’s politics
Not Satan, nor principality
Are they not zestful fanatics
Greed, avarice; it’s only harsh reality
People elect their leaders
unwittingly sanctioning their misdeeds
They claim to be faithful teachers
but proliferate and beguile with deceit
Will God overpower all their antics
or are we alone to struggle in life?
Or shall we only seek to be frantic
upon discovering our follies and strife?
So where is solace and solitude?
Where is the abode of peace?
Perhaps, it’s deep within our plenitude
if only our hearts and minds appeased
What shall we do?
Just stand and simply ignore?
Or do we revolt, redo and undo?
Or simply await death’s fore?
Behold, for this is a life of pain
Of suffering and abandonment
But somewhere between all disdain
sheds a light of hope and atonement.