Chaos
The children cry for the lack
Of food, shelter, and medicine,
And the sky weeps great tears,
And the ground splits open.
The oceans foam and roar,
And the trees splinter and crack
While lawmakers slash funding
For the least of these, the poor.
Jesus said, “Suffer the little
Children to come unto me”,
But the powerful avert their eyes.
We storm the citadels of the
Mighty, and they hear us not.
Their hearts are as stone.
They stop up their ears.
They use false logic and lies
To excuse their selfish actions
While the earth shudders and breaks,
While families go hungry
Or have no heat, or suffer
From ills that could be cured.
Health care for all is anathema.
“Food stamps make people lazy,”
They say, ignoring the reality,
Economics, and the truth.
The whole universe cries out,
Where is the caring, the kindness,
The love for fellow humans?
Christians? I think not.
Religious in any way? I think not.
Selfish? Biased? Closed minded?
Certainly all of the above.
They sit on their mountaintops
And watch the chaos below
While God’s children weep.
Copyright © Barbara Peckham | Year Posted 2021
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