that starve my human potential.
Give to me a world away from the violence
portrayed on every nation.
Give to me the valley of gold
that enriches the beauty
I have and hold within me.
Love that life.
Gift that joy
with more of the peace-filled harmony
that guides and protects.
And no longer subject me to the hate
of those who perpetrate such crimes.
Criminals of every kind.
No humour in my life but pain
to see such vile portrayal
of human disgusting behaviour
Regardless of the knowledge
that we each are sacred vessels
of more potential
than what war repeatedly scores
for those few vile and ugly souls.
August 22nd, 2016
Tags: Songs of Sorrow