Maybe, this too shall pass

He holds to that glimmer of hope as they are pushed towards the sea

Flashback to 24 hours ago, the night sky filled with hues of orange, yellow, red

Cries of hysteria from the shock and the fear
Cries of hysteria scrambling to find the people so dear

The roots of damnation pass on through us, hypnotized children say in God we trust

Exploiting on their innocence
Sons, daughters lost

For a cause in vain, feeding the ego
Of self righteous tyrants

Flailing arms, charred remains, replacing what it should be

The calm of dusk broken by the heat and the flames