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I woke up one morning, to findthat war has broken outWhy need there always be ferocious minds?Maybe life is meant to be without.
The thunderous roar of bombs rain upon the land;the flames of destruction maim and disintegrateThe churning of tanks leaving tracks on the sandof marauding armies coming to annihilate.
I pause to think of the screams;of children tormented and petrifiedand limbs go asunder, it seemsthat life’s so cheap, it’s vilified.
It’s people and it’s politicsNot Satan, nor principalityAre they not zestful fanatics?Insane avarice; it’s only harsh reality
People elect corrupt leaders;unwittingly sanctioning their misdeedsThey claim to be faithful teachersbut proliferate, beguile with deceit.
Will God overpower all their anticsor are we alone to struggle in life?Or shall we only seek to be franticupon discovering our follies in strive?
So where is solace and solitude?Where is the abode of peace?Perhaps, it’s deep within our plenitudeif our minds and hearts are 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 abandonmentBut somewhere between all disdainsheds a light of hope and atonement.