Laceration of Souls

 

     My eyes are cut,

Slashed with metal;-

A blade so sharp -

It could cut The Earth,

     And then,

It does!

 

     I look again,

Hoping the imagery will change

And there I see a familiar face,

Familiar feet walking

Bare and bloodied

On thorns with no shoes,

     And I’m feeling his tears

With tears of my own.

 

     His belly distends,

His eyes are bulged

And mine can’t look away,

Can’t understand how

Starved he may be

While I force the last

Morsel and mop the gravy,

     And my eyes are cut

Again as wincing I swallow

The meat from a fellow creature

That feels.

 

     He lies and is bleeding,

His rectum forced open

For all to see,

And the blood stains

The sheets now

Matted with semen,

And the satisfaction

His assailant expresses

Makes mockery of children,

     Children at war

Carrying arms for killing,

Children made whores

For the paedophile nations.

 

     All over this world

We’re outraged,

But only the few dare challenge

Conventions,

     Conventions

That make imprisonment

Of thought its ultimate goal,

Imprisonment of souls

Making Hell on this globe.

 

     How can you smile?

How can you go about your business

With complicit interests -

     Saying nothing at all

For the fear that you are,

While your child runs scared

From the collusion

Of parents,

Who may as well

Sign the death warrants themselves.

 

     But more than this,

As the child of Syria -

The child of Israel,

The child of Britain -

The child of Africa,

The child of Asia and

Americas child too,

(‘Our’ children of world);

     As they -

Cry for their innocence never

Allowed to grow;

     Can we say we love them?

Can ‘we’ in our infinite

We like to think we are,

Bring them to being -

For destruction and pain?

 

     I’ll not look back,

I’ll not look forward

To a time of peace,

And I’ll not look at you -

     God - with trust in my heart,

For all we have done

And for all we say

Is done in your name;

‘I loathe this world

And will wonder till death,

How the many can sleep

While their souls lie

Rotten, defiled and shamed?’

 

Michael J Waite 18th March 2015.