On lies and lies

On lies and lies.

A lie

Told

Never

To be withheld

A lie

So devastating

Lives changed

In ways

No person

Could anticipate

Expect

Or rationalise.

 

He prayed

To god

That one

His one

But over

Many years

Never

Receiving

An answer

He presumed

He was Jesus.

On the cross

Jesus

Cried aloud

“My God – Father

 My God – Father

Why hast you

Forsaken me?”

And so war

Is waged

In the name

Of a father

Who remains

Silent

Impassive even

And the people ask

Father

Why allow

Such cruelty

If we are

True believers?

And the reply?

Silence.

Listen

To the “wise” men

Insist

God

Is on our side

Ordering

Young men

To destroy

In the name

Of the righteous.

Pitifully

It’s the same

On the other sides

“Wise” men

Order the young

To kill

In the name

Of a silent

God

The same god

Our father.

The old

Talk

To the young

Father

Son

Holy ghost

Silence

A Buddhist

Priest spoke to me

About standing

In Auschwitz

Overcome

By the reality

Of Man’s ability

To justify.

It’s juxtaposition

A belief

In irrationality

To justify

Inhumanity

Or is this

The fantasy

That we are somehow

Rationale beings?

 

As a species

Our father

Our God

Remains

Silent

Forever

We look

We search

For signs.

Silence

We look

We search

For signs

Silence

And still

You ask

Why does

Our Father

Ein Tad

Yahweh

God

Let such

Bad things

Happen?

Silence.

We look

For signs

We are rationale

There must be

Signs.

 

So now

The wise men

Do not mention

Our father

Our God

They speak

Of the rightness

Of the need

To assist

To help

To prevent

But not God.

War is

A necessity

To protect us

From the threat

God

Silence

Priests

The “wise”

Silent.

They walk

In their processions

To celebrate

The lives taken

The lives lost

And the slaughter

But the devastation

Of lives

Silence.

The loss

Of Love

The grieving

Of a life

Through

A life

Silence.

And so

The prayers

Are mouthed

The words

Of the hymnal

Sung aloud

And

Father

Our father

Is silent

Its rationale

To believe

In the irrational

The Emperor

Has no clothes.

Irrational

It does not

Apply.

You must believe

In the silence

of the invisible

Of the Father

Who cares

But

Doesn’t care

It’s irrational

To be rationale

Pray

Silence

Are we all

Gods?

Is God dead?

Silence.

 

Rob Cullen

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