God Bursts Everywhere

How can you stand there and claim God isn't real He is all around, in what we can see and feel, In prejudice fueled by hatred, flowing red Ripping rapids through compassion's dry riverbed; In neighborhoods teeming with prying eyes Bulging over fences, in bedrooms, and private lives; In gilded parasites sitting atop golden seats, Leeching the life from those who starve at their feet; In fuming hordes swarming the streets of Egypt today, Erupting in a destructively violent melee; In fear spreading like an infectious disease- Fueled by ignorance, desperate to appease; In the status quo, being viciously defended, Holding so many chained in the shadows, descended; In families wrecked by thundering storm systems Raging rains of shame and icy ostracism; In pests swarming where they just don't belong, Forcing the fragile yet powerful hand of the law; In minds trained shut to imagination and reason alike, Blinded by pestilence which consumes all visible light; In wars waging on at home and overseas, Smearing innocent blood in His name. The sickness of God brings man to his knees. If he exists matters not, but he's real just the same.