The Macabre Massacre

What does a young naïve Christian think When a hooded desperado storms a prayer room, His scary presence quiets the praying tongues , And his outlawed round replaces hope with doom? He doesn’t think, instead he silently prays : Father, forgive their misinformed cruel idiocy, Teach these men that suicide is not an escape From the punishment for their bloody idiosyncrasy. What does an aging single mother think When the hope of a graduate daughter or son Turns out to be that unthinkable news of death, The bullet-riddled corpse, the end of the rising sun? She does not think, instead she miserably cries: Father, blight their brows with sulfurs hot, Numb their souls with the gall of unending pain, And their hope for bliss in death reduce to naught. What does the orphaned little boy or girl think When the bright elder sibling they adore Calls to say that she’s been forced to call And say goodbye before the triggers go? The orphaned boy or girl does not think, instead they howl: Father, tell the murderous killers to spare my sister For there is no-one else to wash my clothes And none to help with the assignments and dinner. And what does the heavenly merciful Creator think When the roars of guns and the sobs of death Force him to turn and cast his all-seeing eyes below To behold such thick-skinned extermination of breath? He does not think, instead he wonders: What breed of men is this I accidentally made, To wound and mutilate my innocent lambs, Rejoicing as their lives sorrowfully fade? (The massacre of well over 150 Garissa University College students by the Al-Shabaab militants on 2nd April 2015)