Deceased
I.
Where was He when the bullets pounding into you?
Was He a coward in His Heavenly retreat?
Did He guide Adam’s actions?
II.
A lifetime was built for you to carve the clay path
Shape the world with your innocent jubilance
With a half dozen years of memory
III.
Humanity shattered at nine forty
Twenty-seven new stars shine in Heaven
Tears, candles and a speech won’t resurrect you
Only Green and White to remember
IV.
Tell me, is He real?
Or are we made to believe the falsehood of His existence?
Does He guide our actions?
Or are we made to believe we are safe upon this erratic earth?
Are the streets paved with gold?
Or are we made to believe the fairy-tale of our untimely exit?
Are you with Him?
Or were you pushed to the fringe of paradise?