"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