farenheit by Debra Webb Roberts

Stark absence of rain
with no reprieve, hope
sings a lame song,
mock mercy

dry season for hearts,
humanity ground to dust,
civility razed, eyes behold
bruised souls, no water
for tears, weeping ceased
ten thousand days

bombs and fire, heat
still heart’s resolve
beats Freedom, barred
behind their heaving cages

rail at images, rage at meals of terror,
see sad bellies too full of horrors

decry cruel merchants of death
delivering slabs, collecting shreds

savage earth, its few parched souls,
we wring our hands, perspire despair

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