Sadness of the Soul
In the valley of mourning,
my soul weeps for little ones.
Cheated from life’s vengeance,
victims of demonic slayings.
Sadness overcomes my heart,
tears stream like rivers raging.
Innocence dies in unmarked graves,
as blood paints hands of the guilty.
Why must anger be so deadly,
upon our future generation?
Fear knows no time anymore...
Copyright © Cheryl Eldridge | Year Posted 2007
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