Man’s roar is again grieving Earth
His cannons shaking painted glass
His bullets piercing meek and true
The blood of God’s children
Is drenching Holy ground
God doesn’t see the slaughter
He doesn’t hear the sound
Cries of desperate hearts
Are dispersed in violent fumes
Prayers of empty souls
Are floating without aim
Men invoke God’s name
Ignoring the Will Divine
Feeling no guilt or shame
When man’s final whimper
Is drowned by gentle rain
The universe in stillness
Its harmony will regain
Blooms will welcome bees
Symphonies will be composed
From the tweets of chickadees.
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Author:
peppino (
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- Category: Reflection
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