The phone slammed down with wails of disbelief, “Why can’t I see my kids?”

 

The phone pitted out with the cries, “She doesn’t love me anymore.”

 

The facebook status read, “I’d be better off dead.”

 

And all of this in just a few moments from the earth, that is dead

 

ISA chop heads, boats floating aimlessly in the med, governments blame you for your misfortune from the comfort of their beds

 

And Jesus holds his head and cries, “Is this why I died?”

Turns his head to God, “These fools full of mindless fluff and hate I will wait, from this lonely cloud.

 

Whilst…

They kill my people in churches

Put guns into their neighbours back

Wallow in their self importance

Worship designer labels and any vacant celebrity head

This is all fine and dandy; this is what you want,

To turn beauty into poison…

 

Well...

 

I’m not coming back.”