The clouds of sorrow
fast approaching on chariots of blood,
blood spilled by the innocent
in a violence that rages.
The times feared are here
finally at our doorsteps
a fight against the evil desires and imaginations
of man
From Fallujah to Sudan, from Pakistan to Syria
from Libya to Afghanistan, from Egypt to Israel
the killing fields of the wicked,
sands soaked with blood.
For man perishes almost as quick
as he’s born, and the most profitable ventures
remain vanity at the end of it all.
In but a moment as a flower man is,
and as suddenly is no more.
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