by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)
Tears we shed
for lost dear lives
could reach your throne
so majestically high
in
heavens of heavens
above treacherous skies.
No boat needed.
No moat heeded.
You hear our cries
rise--
alternating tides
despite
constricted throats
which cannot hide
horrible racking
knee-bending chokes
these sudden/prolonged
tragic deaths
provoke.
Hearts imprisoned;
walled in sorrow
from soothing
and compassionate
strokes.
Please ease our pains.
Let heart and ears
open
to cherish a hope
future;
Our
loving
gain:
To return--
our families.
Your key
in the hands
of your Son
to unlock
grave's
binding chains.
His rulership
already begun.
Our voices then
again to raise
a joyous praise
with
glistening
and grateful
eyes.
Hopefully
All Our Peaceful
Eternally
Youthful
Days.
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