Cries Of The Wounded Poem by jade Slatyer

They dig into your flesh
with piercing daggers of
indignation

nailing you on a cross
of despair and wretchedness,
where grace and mercy cease to exist

dwelling safely in a
self-righteous realm of
the callous and unfeeling

having a form of
righteousness, without
connection to its spiritual essence

slaying with words
sharp as a two-edged sword,
ever learning, yet never coming
to full understanding of the truth

leaving a trail of blood,
shed in ignorance, of
heartbroken souls, dubbed
as casualties of war