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Friday, April 2, 2021

Desolate: Lamentations: Prayers and Poetry


                Darkened night
                desolate streets
                not the rest of dreams
                nor of peace.

                Rather despair spreading
                rustling through
                bondage packaged
                built in reckless.

                Abandon over years
                a self-designed
                city once puffed with pride
                crumbles under foundation.

                Weeps bitter tears
                without hope.

                Onlookers scoff
                or mourn
                lost heritage
                lost legacy.

Psalm 37:1: "Do not fret because of the wicked; do not be envious of wrongdoers."


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