Peter Lewis Holmes Poet Free verse

Father Are You There

Father....where were you when the Jews were gassed,
and countless slaves, whipped and slashed?

Father....where are you when the child-killers roam,
forever now from mother’s home

Father....where are you when your priests abuse the young,
in your house when matins sung

Father….will I burn in hell, have I made you frown,
…. will your angels hunt me down?

Father....I’m dying of this dread disease, so would you put my mind 
at ease?.. just be a mate, now tell me straight, but please Lord don’t pontificate.



13/10/15

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Skat A October 18, 2015 at 4:44 PM Peter, Nice to see you on Silent One's winning list. Congratulations on your win. --SKAT

Dr. Upma A. Sharma October 16, 2015 at 2:03 AM Congrats on awesome win with this exquisite write peter!

Viv Wigley October 16, 2015 at 1:28 AM I think, Peter, that when your time comes, you will be fine- Heaven needs good poets. Especially clean shaven ones. Congrats on a nice sharp write, tinged with a little humour. Regards, Viv

Keng Chuan Seng October 13, 2015 at 7:02 PM A plaintive call for attention... Rhymed perfectly in its intention... A little futile frustration... Driving that pleading for godly action!