In a Dark Place
Truly what is right or wrong anymore?
So many visions of ill intent or good will have already gone before
Visions of catastrophies
Young ones left to die
Mothers, the outcry as they see what war has wrought
There childern, all lying in the dust
Was this God’s plot, His will?
A form of love perhaps
Or perhaps me being attached to the mortal coil
Distorts my beliefs and thoughts
In war sodiers pillage and rape
The enemy women are captured and sometimes treated as breeding stock and some child dies
And you hear the mothers anguish, you see the tears in her eyes
You perceve a pain
So uncomprehensible it would rip you to shreds
Truly what comfert is there among all this despair?
When the pieces fall, who is left?
(2015)
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