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