If blood cries out from the ground
As told in Ancient Writ.
The cry keens loud far above the strident noise
And banter and barter of the world in which we live.
Up to heaven's ear it keens
From the millions and billions,
Over thousands of years, of butchered
Blood soaked dirt of the sons of earth.
Having made fatel choice we live
With the consequence thereof.
Earth groans under the bloodsoaked weight.
Tremors, shivers, quakes.
Longing for redemption's consummation.
(Copyright © March, 2011. All rights reserved.)
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
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