What is this mess? Where is this place?
With the landscape dominated by death and destruction
With no hope of a future and reconstruction
What is this place, of which I cannot face?
Far and wide, a blanket of blood and disgrace
A field of something destroyed into nothing
I look around me and I scream for attention
But all to be heard is the pace of my heart.
In this dark place, of which God has abandoned
This place has no need of a confession
I will need a long counselling session
The answer is all in my mind!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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