Confrontation (Darfur)
S Sally Plumb Plumb
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I come to you
in anger, God
Why when constant
cries for help
are rewarded with
a scurge from Hell,
does no compassion reign?
Not all the servants
of your word
are sinners,
but are cursed by afflictions
worse than pain.
Desertion of hope -
bewilderment of eye
and births of babies
that gravely cry.
The foodless chain
of the spirit
that is unattended
by miracle,
and souls that shrivel
in the desert
of no future,
wait without limit.
Why do you roar
with volcanoes
and cry in floods?
Are you speechless?
Have you no blood?
Sally Plumb
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