From the beginning
falling
from a heavenly grace
which offered paradise
But paradise cannot feed the human
always hungry
always reaching the sweet fruit of truth
and the truth
can be so ugly
genocides of innocents
wiped away in a deluge
of hate and desire
for the perfect which
cannot be found.
Tribes of strength
bowing -
The faithful crying
for their God
and as the news of the day
wipes its mouth of constant crime
we try to wipe the tears away.