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...

O...