Despair and Hope, a poem

The world is torn—we wake to the startling news

People are tortured, halved and quartered,

Families are shredded and voices are stilled.

He who lies down at night moans, or may not wake,

As the moments slip away…

Repair the broken world, we long for it.

One is startled, knowing that all that has been planted.

Has not, nor will ever bloom,

But always we strive upward… and hope.