Even before,
Before the rains of
Mortars and rockets
It was pertinent to ask
What “good God” would
Make children suffer
With war and hunger and dehydration?
And worse,
So called “God -fearing” folk
Concerned only of their own kin
Only calling out for sympathy for their own dead –
If we listed the names
It would encircle the earth.
So tired of seeing
The names of dead babes
As though atrocity were only one sided –
Perhaps this is how
We were made in Its image
Our unfathomable ability
To justify horror
Because they did it first.
What just God
Made us warlike in the first place?
Every one of us
Is someone’s
Child.
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