Until their Ghosts Are Heard

Corruption infests this ancient holy land

What started without has seeped within

The purveyors of suffering do not glory seek

They covet neither wealth nor land 

Strife and division is their only goal

Attracting dark energies that feed on misery

A miasma of despair that leeches hope

Creating enemies where there were none

Staining the land with the blood of innocents

Yet no hero rises up for them

No priest can heal this land until the ghosts are heard

Blameless, no further harm can come to them

But the scourge they carry, their collective rage

Entwined into the soil, waits for vengeance

For those wronged souls so close to divinity

Photo: Eyad Baba