faith still holds, while souls hurt

from violence

bludgeoning the hearts of hungry children bludgeoned
in their own name;

fiercely too
in the name of a god vengenful for some cause.

The weak fights for their cause
violently.
The strong fights for their cause
violently.

Violence wins the bout.

So children see.
They hear,
for, violence is quite loud.

And hungry children learn
what to do, so intent to win a hearing,
and so proud!

So my soul hurts.
How then can I asleep
when children so intent to win their hearing
can't?

Some are strong.
Some are weak.
They meet.
The answer is the same.
It always is the same.

blasted dust!

There is no end to a game,
which can never be won
while some souls hurt
and so many sleep as children play
intent on winning their day in the bloody sun.

Hmm, violence won that bout.
And prepped to win again, with shouts!

I am so tired, and
too tired to sleep, though my eyes burn.

justice is so unjust ... Lord ...