How could you be so cruel to somebody so tender?
You who lord over the world,
Who sprinkle it with cities like constellations and rip the tide from pale shores to dash it upon sheer cliffs a moment after.
You who cry the rain, and lift the sun in your palm to daybreak.
You whose sighs push the clouds and whose anger splits the earth.
You who let your sons demolish one another and run the streets with blood like rivers in the name of all that you are.
YOU, how could you?
How could you break her like a twig, leave her gasping like a minnow tossed ashore, let her be drowned like a moth who has but kissed the pond's mirrored face?
How could you let the wall go up, brick by solid brick, and block the sun to starve her of her light?
How could you watch it happen and do nothing?
Ruler, Lord, Father and Tyrant, I shame you!
Why didn't you protect her? How could you fail to be what we wish you were?
You turned away like she was only dust on the breeze, let her scatter so that she may never find all the little pieces of herself.
What! Did no one pray for her, O Merciful God?
Well I will.
In hatred, of you.
How could you dismantle another life, even as you pull the moon across the sky, unfurl its light like petals?
How could you let her think she deserved it all?
You beast, you failure.
You atrocity.
I am ashamed of you.
Amen.