Oh God Soothe Us
Symbolic poetry communicating your vision.
Also, a crowd, standing and shuddering.
The world is as yet miserable; who solaces?
Demise resembles water, then again.
In their streams, what occurs.
Abels relatives are the people.
Cains children murder us for their seats.
War and affliction are rising.
We don't absorb what the significance is.
The showdown is expanding.
We don't have the foggiest idea of what it infers.
At present, burn-through us.
Who tipsy the messy bread?
What else, who laments the misfortune?
Written: August 10, 2021
A Brian Strand 1 to 14 line Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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