"I'd strike the Heavens if they struck me!"* - Ahab
Dear god, just a few questions
(I know how busy you are):
Where were you when the stray bullet
found the skull of the little girl
in the sandbox at the playground
(another drug deal gone wrong)
-Were you smelling your flowers?-
or when the machetes flashed and
loped off the hands of the tribal others
-Were you admiring one of your sunsets?-
I know you have never ever visited
the Balkans where men were lined up
and forced to watch their mothers,
wives and daughters being gang *****
-Maybe you had a cold then.-
and I never caught a glimpse of you
in Viet Nam where the ****** fell
like your gentle rain on the innocents
and my partner was cut in half
by a burst from a 40 caliber machine gun
-Were you cutting a ribbon at a new cathedral?-
or later when I went mad and ended up
committed, in jail, alone, broken
-Temporary deafness?-
or when my brother was set up and busted
by a corrupt attorney general
and when my mother died a horrible
long slobbering death by Alzheimer's
-More busy days?-
so I guess I only really have one question:
exactly what good are you?
~mce