In Memoriam of Alan Kurdi

I feel the pain of the world.

I hear the children scream.

I see a war that never ends.

I speak of peace as just a dream.

I taste greed that all transcends.

I smell a sulfur so extreme.

I pray for the angels Heaven sends.

I hope that love will reign supreme.

Do I alone feel this way?

Or do others feel like me?

How long shall we wait,

For the one called King of Kings?