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the moon was weeping in the west
the sun refused to rise
amid the ashes and the dust
a broken nation cries.
when hatred crashes into glass
shattering the sky
what choice is left the innocent
save which way to die.
mourners post photos on the gate
sending up a prayer
for evolution's sad mistake
not teaching us to care.
| messiah at jerusalem gate
when rain pours up
and newborn babies laugh
wait for me
at the top of the stairs.
when lost friends return
and tears have all dried
wait for me
at the top of the stairs.
when peace becomes boring
and no one remembers war
wait for me
at the top of the stairs.
for i will have absorbed
all of the hate
all of the cruelty.
wave to me
from the top of the stairs
i will be too heavy
to ascend.
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