by N. Jane Allio
When will the delusion break?
When will peace overtake?
When the sleeping wake?
Why can't the dawn bring forth peace?
Why does the love that will never cease -
not over take the ill at ease?
When will "god" above come down to save the little dove?
If he is up there in his mighty hall
Why can he not hear their call?
When will the good that's been done yield the reap?
Can you not hear them weep?
You up in your palace there
Come down here?
You wouldn't dare.
Shame on you for leaving those who love your face
to let the dogs and demons race-
to see who will be the first to taste
all the blood that has spilled, a waste.