The Morning Newspaper
News
these days,
scars our soul;
children are sold
by their own parents:
promises made, betrayed.
Life’s likened to a dark dream,
conjured by man’s demonic heart
but we find no solace in these words,
witnessing the rape of our consciousness.
Within life’s fearful darkness, some lights shine,
lessons of peace, forgiveness and trust,
which heart clutches onto in hope,
that a day will come when love
will transform feral hearts.
In this hope we breathe,
knowing that God
will transmute
wayward
souls.
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