MY BROKEN LAND

MY BROKEN LAND

I heard the bombs that wrecked my earth: the blood that washed upon my shore, the cries that shattered all my dreams, the shamelessness of greed and power, the darkness that befell my home, the fallen bodies of the land;

I gazed upon my tattered dream: of orphaned children, fearful and sad; of mothers' tears that freely flowed; of fathers' courage, battle-weary and worn; of trodden people of the land; of mindless power, greed, and lust;

What brought this wrath upon my time: the cruel lashes to my soul, the distrust found within the heart, the blast of pain through bloodied wounds, the death of justice in the realm, the shame that gathered in the dust;

My world was once a peaceful land: for simple people joined as one, with beauty in their selfless souls, with goodness in their morning sun, with fairness meted in their hearts; their life, a miracle in the light;

I saw the heavens through the mist: a bright remembrance of the past, a yesteryear now darkly lost, a chain that fenced the freedom call, a shadow deep in hopelessness, a life forgotten in the rain;

Now, in the setting of the sun: in the gathering clouds that dim, in the shedding of men's tears, in the beckoning shades of gloom, in the dark hours ere the doom;

Is there a ray of hope beyond?

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