A time of a mass murder when even the wind is bleeding
Children yet to be born convulse in gasping mothers’ wombs.
Rain falls gently and forever in this city of constant wails
The water’s not nearly enough to douse the flames that fly
through thickets of tears, coughs and hollow eye sockets.
In this season of endless grief, hope seeks a bed to rest
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