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
Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015
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