They continue to scream even as God abandons them

stacking corpses like sandbags in unmarked holes

Fields rise and swell from thousands of rotting bodies

with little regard but to mask the wretched stench


No more fear in eyes feasted upon by vultures

Only blank and unstaring holes of vague humanity


God refuses the company of unrepentant thieves,

yet turns a blind eye to their wrongdoings

The roar of flies drown out the cries for holy intervention

And Beelzebub clouds the skies with indifference.


Author’s Words for Thought

“There aren’t just bad people that commit genocide; we are all capable of it. It’s our evolutionary history.” -James Lovelock