The dust baked blood caked,
form flew into a space
beneath the breeze, black, blocks;
and laying her sweet
head she stilled
in death.
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The bombs blown, rained, down
and little mites murdered
dying amidst dust, and
and not one to note
their passing,
from life.
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A child’s shrill cry filled
a ransacked rumbling building
while over his ruined blooded
body butchers will
claim this is
God’s will.
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Not so, the weeping angels greeted
as they raised up
broken bodies to new souls,
to sit
on Christ’s knee, whose
tears wiped their terrors
and losses and loved their
trembling souls; and sheltered
them
from
men
and
women
who have sold their souls to Satan.