The murders, the hatred;
Can’t bear to watch
Dying children in Yemen;
Politicians who care
More about votes than people,
Party slogans that take the place
Of human feelings.
“So, what do you do?” God asks
When we’re quietly talking.
“I turn away,” I say.
He nods, “I can’t do that.”
I figure if God bears our sins
And has to see them,
Why should I pretend
I’ve nothing to do with them?
He watches and weeps
While we act inhuman,
While I turn away
And refuse to view them.
