Take Refuge

Shall we taste it?
Dip our fingers in
The overflow
The blood of a 6 year old child
Is thicker than tears
To lips jagged with grief
Despairing
To pass the time.

In these times
What else can we do
Shelter, till the bombing stops
We pray
Where else can we go
God’s too slow
To move
The all too familiar stone
From the eyes of men

(without doubt)

Hopelessness is
Knowing war never ends
It just goes
Somewhere else.

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