When Evil Dances
When Evil dances,
good hearts are stopped,
grief swells into an ocean,
asked, why him? why her?
why did they have to die?
No answers are given, for none
can be given, not in this world.
But if the soul is real, immortal,
then the murdered rise again,
alive in some other place, alive
in a world of endless dreaming
where love is never broken,
where love is never lost....
(Written to commemorate all those killed
senselessly in their places of learning or worship.)
Posted to Soup:5/28/18
Copyright © L. J. Carber | Year Posted 2018
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