Ivana Mabry - LULLYBYE

The sky cried blood…
The rivers flowed red…
The children are no longer dead.
The city concealed with cries for help
Priests, bishops, and popes fled.
Churches empty, mothers dead
Daughters neglected, sons not fed.
We asked for God’s help,
They gave us posies instead of good health,
Our bodies not cold, but burned to ash,
No longer dead in heaven we laugh.

Ivana Mabry

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