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where hath the crippled night gone

off to another sphere of bloodshed, battlement

and fierce intractability

yet in our prayers we fervently pray not

the two mouthed figurehead gradually slipped

away

leaving behind a legacy of turmoil, upheaval,

blood, death, despair and hate

with his people mournful of his quiet escape

and his shell shocked enemies relieved at last

of his disruptive presence

the jagged old rock slipped from the hands of

time amid terror's great grip

to fall to the ground of his own mortality

a mere pebble after all

warn thin and feeble from such terrible

repeated palming

alas of no real harm to anyone anymore

just a wisp of hope for some and a thread

from some fading nightmare to others

a page in some yet written history book

that is until

a follower hell bent on more blood shed and hate

lifts up his cause from the dirt

of despair and self doubt

to carry the sword of terror and his own brand of

brutally narrow minded force again

all in the name of supposedly a self ruling

state of peace and prosperity

one that until true peace is involved

will never come to pass

for death and hatred do not have any means

between them to buy such peace and harmony

so much bloodshed only litters the path

until no man can walk from the grim reality of

today to that glorious place of peace and

tranquility of tomorrow

only God can lend us his great insight

to show us the way

so put down your arms and hate dear brothers

let your own innocent children lead you into

the glory of your promised lands..........

(written Nov 20,2004)