How many mothers, how many children?
How many girls, how many bodies?
How many years of Barbarity
Hunger
Undue
Thirst
Tragedy
Obliteration?
When does the disease end, this disease that is worse than death?
When do the thrones fall — when does the earth eat them?
When does the sky descend?
When does God’s wind blow in this direction,
And who lives to see it happen?
How do they live
When their corruption is so blatant, so rampant
So criminal
How do they breathe, how do they claim?
So when their thrones fall
No one but the God that let them run
No one but the God they thought they were
Will be able to save them
And He won’t
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Featured Image via Sharjeel Arif/Black Box Sounds 2017