In the land of the holy and the hearts of the mad
the day has come to assess the damage and stop
pretending/ this experiment has not failed—
born in desperation/ burned by condemnation
alas’ it cracks/ feel the burn/ return your humanity
to the unborn/ to the dead children/ your madness stole
theirs/ unchained and fit on vengeance.
You convulse in disbelief at the reality/ feel your humanity leach
into the void that could have been your soul/ wretch at the release
of the crumbling walls/ wailing/ pulling at your hair—
a pit is left gaping / to conjure a heart/ sinister in mission
forgo the thought/ march in lockstep/ to face the calamity—
mission incomplete/ head spinning/ facade cracking
where now
to find your peace?
© Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by Jakob Rubner on Unsplash
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