Cries of life
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In front of me screaming anger flames,
to the right horrendous pain bleeds;
To the left hideous neglect cries,
under me stands torturous creeds;
Above me flies death and slaughter,
their swords of protests tear at my heart,
while climbing thorn vines wrap me fast
taking delight while they rip me apart.
There is no escape from all of the needs,
no escape from the cries all around.
The unresting symphony knows not time
and its decibels searingly loud.
No one person can cut through clouds
of all life's bitter fruit rain.
The best you can do is press forward through
and fix what you can on your train. (hulitoons)
Posted by hulitoons
at 6:34 PM EST
