Faith

She wails, like a bomb rushing to spread shrapnel
All ready, to decimate the city.
She cries, a funeralled mother for her buried son
Under ground, chopped pieces of skyscraper
Bloodied buildings, broken bodies of civilization

She shakes, earthquaked rubble of man-made disaster
Shattered glass in her skin, blood like tears on her cheek
Dark, dirty hair matted with sweat and splintered drywall
Torn cloth, embracing her exhaustion like dressing a wound

She prays, calling to a God they don’t recognize
Begging forgiveness of all sins which caused such an unholy Jihad
Against her family, and better judgement, she prays forgiveness to their God, too
Words like water cleanse her mouth, spitting pieces of broken hope
There is enough religion to go around, but never enough faith

She waits.