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?