A false move,
Blind ambition of leaders
Entraps
As innocents perish
A truth playing on minds of the folks
Like an accordion mounted on bolts
As winds deafen the screams
And distance shields sight of blood
Revolt tugging at broken hearts flood
Where fear erodes courage
But the creator’s help is here
Always available when days are forlorn
To help, save, secure, build seams
A comfort that surpasses dreams.