854. O weeping earth, thy swollen veins run deep,

SONNET 854
By JH Sayyar
O weeping earth, thy swollen veins run deep,
Where rivers rage and homes are swept away,
Beneath dark skies, no rest, no peaceful sleeps
The drowned sun hides behind a veil of gray.
Souls wade on through waters cruel and wide,
Their memories float like wood on the stream,
Each broken wall, a tale the waves confide,
Each ruined field, the death of one more dream.
Yet in their eyes, the ember still remains,
Of hope unquenched by sorrow’s endless rain,
They build again through hardship, loss, and pains,
And raise, though burden by the flood’s cruel chain.

O world, take heed, extend thy sheltering hand 

Let mercy flow more swift than drowning land..