Global Interfaith Peace

My Lament

“A torn doll
dangling aimlessly on piled ruins, staring at me.
In its gray carcass,
my soul reaches out to it.
It stares indestructibly at
the labor of mayhem and destruction visiting
us from no where, like a shrewd salesman of
I know, I know
how it will be
that I am now accessory to a
collective guilt.”

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