tears from afar

Sadden these hearts
suffer such gnarled pain
of young souls sacrificed
to heavens gate

The biblical staff once again
turns the rivers red,
sadly, tiny hands and toes
never to sing the chants
of life’s unforgiving woes

They leave us shackled
to the sense of senseless
wailing curses to God
why, why, how come

Tears run deep
on faces from afar
on the awakening of a demon
walking amidst us all

Little to be reconciled
of this chaos
left in anguish
are the living souls