A World in Anguish
by Dawn Pisturino
A world in anguish
Is a world at war,
Suffering the throes of poverty,
Living in fear,
Desperate for freedom
From unfeeling despots;
One man kills another
And crowds cheer for more:
A bloody holocaust screams
The victory cry.
Women weep for children
Dying in the womb,
And fathers beat
Their screaming brats in rage,
Placating the demon-gods.
The dark-faced villain
In the streets
Pushes his deadly wares
To the wayward and unsuspecting,
Supplies the knowing,
And murders the human spirit.
The Godly are intimidated
By the unholy-ungodly
And cry out in vain for vengeance.
God does not hear
Or does not want to.
“Let them fight their own battles,”
He must say; and looks down
In amusement at the skirmish of ants
Crawling in the streets.
It is not a funny sight, no,
But a sorry commentary
On the uselessness of the human species.
God Himself must weep
At the awful destruction wrought
By pitiful creatures.
It is not worth His powerful strength
To save them or His loving heart
To love them or His abounding mercy
To forgive them.
Let those who will survive, survive.
Death to the others.
The battle is just begun.
Dawn Pisturino
September 20, 1985; March 7, 2022
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