Today,
I find you again soaked in a red cloak
Your
screams snuffed by senseless destruction from above
Reddened
again by the blood of innocent victims
Children
and elderly souls caught in this whirlwind of violence
Too
poor to travel, and seeking refuge in your embrace
Unable
to flee the horror that has stalked you for so long
You
will, yet again, be relegated as another statistic
In
this mad world of confused humanity
You,
a hamlet of miracles, destined
To
turn wine into blood.
