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CEDARVILLE
REVIEW
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Yet the tides of human nature had to rent and wear and spoil;
Farce authority turned the tides into a boil
—A president who claims to love his citizens
Then kills them.
—Men who know justice
But choose to take lives—to save their own.
Brothers, sisters—torn apart
Mothers, fathers—shot
Husbands, wives—disappear
Children and peers—harden hearts.
I can still hear the echoes of the bombs as they fell
The explosions were like the rumbles of a horde of hateful fiends
Wreaking havoc on the earth.
Bloody turmoil turned lives on end
Just because of lust from one so-called “friend”
Now I am back on that hill, beside that gravel road
That leads to the house which once was mine.
Rain cries on the earth
Mixed with echoes of my laughs
From times past
Like a stone into the ocean, casually cast
Hitting rock bottom, and forgotten
In the ever ebbing tide, oceans wide.
—If only I could take the things from my life now!
That I love
And whisk them away
To times and places passed;
For all too soon today becomes yesterday.