The Future Light
Shadorma Form
Sometimes I
feel like a beaten
horse after
a lost race;
life has a way of bruising
a person's spirit.
Not alone
in a world so sad
and filled with
travesty
I pray for sufferings end
settle down, await.
There will be
a day in time when
rage will calm
hate will die
a well deserved, darkened death;
a just end.
Humankind
will be reborn, a
renewed race
compassion,
empathy rebirthed, presents
a new light.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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