Their sorry faces traumatised, undone

The ghosts of failures past make tears   flow down
They run inside the wrinkles of the skin
The faces of the old and savaged ones.

The child teased for her foreign accent frowns.
Does she have the strength of mind within?
The ghost of failure now makes tears   flow down

We thought the old were wiser, never conned.
Yet we ourselves we know have thinner skin.
Our faces old and ravaged, tortured ones.

For the poor in money, loss abounds
They  blame themselves, they did not  ever win
The ghost of failure past makes tears   flow down

The poor in spirit to their Lord will run
Is this world of terror caused by sin?
Their   sorry faces traumatised, undone

The crucifix will be uncrossed again.
The holocaust in nuclear fires may come
The  salt of failure’s cost make tears  run on
The faces of the living, savaged one