Tormented over the crushing blade of hatred,
bludgeoned characters, broken spirits, troubled
storms, slashed hope and wasted life. The
humanic demon surges beneath the shell and
deadens ones soul. Still delving deeper and
deeper yet to the door of death, perceived by
many to be of no return.
Slovenly, distorted minds, captured by the goat
of evil, hoofs trampling all that stand for decency,
for innocence, all who scream for peace, for
deliverance, for hope of a better world.
We hear the tintinnabulation of church bells in
the distance, the stammering sound of pain after
gunshots waning through the air. We hear rocks
cry out from an ancestry who died by the hands
of evil, whose pain still drift perhaps unknown in
spirit. Cry for peace, for thunder to reign
truth. Clenching their invisible fists, held high.
Bemused are those who look from behind the
window of other lands. Transfixed on the
relentless behavior of religious men, the greed
of such mockery of the Holy Spirit. Costume
wearers with deep pockets, hurl rules to starve
and kill. Kill a people, genocide at will. Holy men
gone bad, Holy men that never were. Followers,
the hem of evil robes trail behind.
Tears fall, from mothers, fathers, widows and
widowers. Poor mothers bending in pain, saliva
draining to the ground, when will I see my baby
again, when will I see my baby again, Screaming,
when will I see my baby again. As the tops of
their head kiss the earth, all will dream of a new
life, a new birth.
God Bless the sufferers, dear God your Kingdom
must be full, for the death toll on earth is high.
I pray for “PEACE” may it come soon and find
its way. You are the only one, dear God that
can save this wretched day. Swing low sweet
spirit, swing low sweet spirit and cover all
who stand in need.
Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: August 01/2014
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