There are times
When...I can feel...
The blood coursing
Through my veins
As...
I behold
The many injustices
Suffered...
Injustices...still being suffered
Within...the tribes
In the forgotten worlds
Of depression...
Where...inner turmoils
Instilled hatreds...
And mistrusts
Haunt...the survivors
And the cultures
Which...
Are beginning to...
Flourish anew
And it's here...
That I sit
In deep Prayer
And contemplation
A warrior...yes...
Called...and named
Humbled...before...
The Winner of battles
Submitted...
To God...Whose...
Righteous anger...
Has been...inflamed
Through...the gift...
Of Prayer......
