Frank F. Atanacio Poetry

Terror drew near,
something was wrong,
the priest’s fear
had grown so strong,
it made his soul uncomfortable,
and it did not fade out,
as he fought back the urge to scream,
and kept it down to a mute shout,
then God appeared,
made it clear,
life is a blind process of adaption,
war isn’t evolution,
of course,
humans try to change everything
using heavy force.

Poet: Frank F. Atanacio