Turmoil

Job 5:6-7 For evil does not come up from the dust,
nor does trouble spring up from the ground,
7 but people are born to trouble,
as surely as the sparks fly upward.
 Turmoil

 

Turmoil is raging ... twisting, turning

All is cloudy ... appearing very vague

Only time will clear and surely filter

all these problems in forgetful ways

 

It seems hopeless ... we feel helpless

It is so strange ... this expected plague.

Part of regular living ... in subsistence

Uprooting peace ... each and every day

 

Give a little; take a lot ... justifies all behavior

Giving up rights ... death around the bend

Accountability lost ... no love for neighbors

Little left in sight ... towards day’s end

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world

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