Poetry Meme

[hafoc]

I got this from athelind "When you see this, post a bit of poetry in your own journal."

I'll be depraved and post one of my own.

In His Image

You smash the stranger
Because he wears the colors
Of another gang
or follows another flag
or congregation, or party.
He didn't know your gang existed
Or what it wants,
But you laugh at his pain,
You glory in your power,
You revel in the blows against the outsider,
The heretic, the infidel,
You send him to hell.

You fire ten thousand employees who trusted you
You destroy their lives and worlds
Because there are bigger concerns,
More important things than they,
Which they could not understand
Even if you explained
Which you don't.

You tip the bottle back and drive
Striking, death at random,
The young, the old,
The innocent and the guilty
Your pain falls on all alike
Like an earthquake or tornado
Or lightning from the sky.

You fire the missile
You send the army
You plant the time bomb
In the plane or the building
And when the survivor askes
Why my country?
Why my home? Why my goods?
And why, oh why, my family?
You reply
"Who are you to question
The justice of my cause?"

Surely you are created
In the image of your God.