Monday, November 16, 2009

Muddled by terror

Black, white
Yellow, brown
different races, different places
living in fear
left in the middle
in muddled faith

God forsaken land
Others might think
But they, in particular
take it as home

In anger they become beasts
But in pain they become numb
The feel of life can only be dreamed
Hell ate it all
Will it still be possible
for life to abound?
A wondering of it being a reality
rather than
a question of what to do in the midst of all terror

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