Poetry
Morning Weep
A Piece By: Siona Lootu
I weep for humanity.
I weep for the children,
The young lives lost, stolen, snuffed out in this genocide,
I weep for the loss of humanity,
For the soullessness that creeps into the hearts of men.
This morning, I weep.
May the souls of the torturers know no peace.
May their restless spirits wander, haunted by the echoes of their sins.
And may the souls of the tortured,
May they find peace in knowing the end is almost nigh.
I weep this morning.
I weep for the lives of men and women,
For futures robbed,
For dreams undone,
For peace torn from their grasp.
I weep for their homes,
The walls once warm, now crumbled into cold ash.
I weep for their families,
Their love severed, their bonds ripped apart by brutality.
This morning, I weep.
I weep for humanity.
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