The chain moves on.
The guns are ablaze,
there is a desert in hell.
Powerlessness corrupts absolutely
and the fragrance of death
is so enticing to the impotent.
Guns ablaze,
bombs blast,
souls are murdered
and someone feels alive
for a moment.
There is a desert in hell
where blood is dried up,
where compassion is disemboweled
and the day heat fuels a frenzy.
The smoky cloud of zero
asphyxiates the soul
and religious rage explodes.
This desert is around us.
It’s a desert of fear,
a desert of desperation
that leads to a place of desolation
where evil lies on a bed of militant ignorance.
Jack Zaffos
USA
Contribution to American World Jewish Service
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