Summer sun setting on one hand
The winter moon rising on the other.
Watching as my father’s son
Is told of the loss of his brother.

Forces built up with only one end
And the end will always come.
More dreams lost than can be counted
Began with the Pounding of a Drum.

We can no longer make sense of the world.
We can’t protect loved ones,
It has begun
Hear the Pounding of the Drum.

There is no comprehension
No mere words could ever describe.
There is no excuse or reason
In a righteous man’s diatribe.

Left standing in a different world
So much life just swept away.
The worst pain is not physical
Like the memories from today.

We can no longer make sense of the world.
We can’t protect loved ones,
It had begun long ago it is true
The Pounding of the Drum now heard from Beirut.

Summer sun setting on one hand
The winter moon rising on the other.
Watching as my father’s son
Is told of the loss of his brother.

Forces built up with only one end
And the end will always come.
More dreams lost than can be counted
Began with the Pounding of a Drum.

© MSK 8-5-2020

Comments
    • midimike says:

      I watched video of stunned people walking through streets totally destroyed in seconds. How can we prepare for and cope when something like this happens? Thank you.

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