A Legion of Victims

A Legion of Victims

Urgently tolls for the dead.

A steady rain falls on damaged streets

As another victim gathers straw for a bed.

The government is as bad

As the local crime lords.

Thieves spree in broken hearts and homes

To add to their ill-gotten hoards.

Another disaster gone

More yet waiting to happen.

Will there be a savior there?

Will any offer needed help then?

Help is on the way,

Troops are rushing in.

Power is almost restored

To "We, the People" again.

How long can this blindness last?

How long can it go on?

Are we making progress against the Dark?

Are we gentle enough to be the required strong?

For our future I hope and pray

And for the generations to come.

With this poem I now pray:

Father in Heaven, Thy will be done.

Patrick W. Crocker ©