Prayer of the Dying Children

 

 

Dear God, wrapped up in heaven

All fairy dreams have been chased away

Where are you when he points the gun

Squeezes the trigger to make us dead

Riddled with holes sprouting blood ?

 

He knows no heaven

He is pure hell

His holiness is sung with bullets

To send our bodies beneath the earth

Heaven runs out in the blood we shed

For just like him, now, we are dead

 

Our  living bodies pictures in albums

In the land of memories

No more of them to be nor to see

making of memories swaddled in  grief

 

The last judgement took place here

In our school room where life was blossoming

Now a note in history of our passing

history living, not us, the promised future

Without life

Corpses, children slaughtered like vermin

Aborted for the lust of guns, of killing

Of masculinity built of lustful fear

Malignant manifest fear of human others

By a fiery feeble mind and easy ammunition

 

O, lord, forgive us for You have sinned.

 

Meditation before bed, 6/1/2022

On the latest classroom slaughter

©j.m. frase-white