Just after the dust, facing masked countenance,
The dance between heaven and hell.
Borders of bombs, and children
With faces stained of estrangement,
Bereft of the beauty of sunflowers,
Bold before evening's coming.
Isn"t this enough?
Enough is enough!
The lament of sinners only provoke
The howling winds of more distraught days
With roof and tree strewn streets.
Bring all humans: cowering , saintly, or brave
Morph them into superheroes for future days.
ALL HUMANS © gillena cox 2022