(this poem is dedicated to Lt. General Romeo Dallaire , the UN force commander in Rwanda during the Genocide , when asked how he could still believe in God after all he had witnessed in Rwanda he answered ? Because I shook hands with the Devil?)
Shake Hands with the Devil
In the kindness of a stranger?s hand
I find no better day
Untie the strings that bind my heart
And lead my soul away
And what did come that night must tell
In dreams of unknown refuge
A liar?s truth, a muse whose hero fell
And how do I know that light break way
That better hearts can still prevail
It is of this when night led stray
That I stared into the darkest hollow
Tempest eyes and beggars plea
And my soul it did not follow
Shake Hands with the Devil
In the kindness of a stranger?s hand
I find no better day
Untie the strings that bind my heart
And lead my soul away
And what did come that night must tell
In dreams of unknown refuge
A liar?s truth, a muse whose hero fell
And how do I know that light break way
That better hearts can still prevail
It is of this when night led stray
That I stared into the darkest hollow
Tempest eyes and beggars plea
And my soul it did not follow
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