-Written upon hearing of the invasion of Ukraine-
The missiles strike,
As people sleep,
The missiles strike,
While families weep,
Thunder surrounds homes,
And not a cloud in the sky,
Fear surrounds hearts,
The world wonders why.
Political agendas,
And border changes,
A policy of greed,
Thus rearranges,
Yet while leaders roll the dice,
Only people pay the price,
With suffering and loss,
In blood they pay the cost.
Life that is made with love found,
Made to lie beneath the ground,
Yet while dust clouds do rise,
God sees all through his eyes,
While prayers rise without end,
That he may show his hand again,
And cause the tyrant’s heart to wake,
The right to live is at stake.
So I look into these eyes,
To know that God will hear her cries,
So many hearts will be at ease,
When the author of life again brings peace,
For we only have this world to share,
Though today not every mind is there,
Though now fire rains from above,
All knees will bow to the power of love.
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