I Shall Find You Poem by Cris Ben

In the middle of turmoil and terrors of wars,
Screams pervade each place with just a word-
Help- amidst rallying gunshots and bombs' explosive roars.
With my unyielding will and unsheathed sword
Peace I shall find you!

Under mountains of death-infested ruins and rubbles
Every torn wall, shattered window, broken home,
Burnt bridge, rotten government and festive shambles
May my earnest supplications fill this smoke-covered dome.
Hope I shall find you!

Through the monsters and fiends unleashed by hell's gate
I saw how mankind morphed into something Gehennic?
Lo! Cold watchful demonic eyes on children's budding fate
While their fangs half-buried into my bleeding neck.
Courage I shall find you!

Beneath this perdition slowly devouring nations,
Western churches, , Arabian mosques, Eastern temples,
Withering hands, fading prayers, drowning conscience.
From this scarce breath I'll sing with the angels,
Faith I shall find you!

Between every hatred, every evil, every piercing curse,
Whereupon foes are still foes, yet, turned friends against friends,
And to my heart's regret, brothers against brothers.
Should my life offer the grace of forgiveness and amends,
Love I shall find you!

Beyond the stretching battles for love and peace
Where souls have lost their hope, faith and courage,
May this song reach and rest like a gentle kiss,
On every one's heart, and, be a proverbial message-
Mirth We shall find you!