Upon the scorched lands,
Of sacred places,
Fabrics stained
With misguided life, lay.

Upon the silence of homes,
Of people in fear,
Silent screams of justice
Force their way into searching hearts.

Upon windows to souls,
Of spirits in distress,
Suffer-made shields
Crumble under invisible tears.

Upon the cloaked doors,
Of divided whole,
Love-made keys
Are yet to be forged.

Without human-love, there shall be no peace of mind, nor
body.