Stones drops in water.
Disturbs everything around.
Poor folk queue in line.
ii.
Mad bombs, flames, hunger.
People scream, run, take cover!
Nowhere left to hide.
iii.
Lost homes, futures gone.
Naked, people are equal.
Death’s sword strikes you, me.
iv.
Lost on roads and sea,
Grim winter, many starving.
Heaven gives refuge.
v.
Dark, dark moods of night.
Children ripped from parents, weep.
Cruel world. Fie! Fie! Fie!
vi.
Bones grind down to sand.
Sand specks grind down to. ethers.
All return to Tao.
02/15/2019