Aftermath: (September 2008) Poem by DM W

Aftermath in the pale afternoon:
The sunlight flickers through gnarled, black trees;
Where warn torn creatures crawl to their doom,
In nations brought to their very knees.

Weary pilgrims pray to neon gods.
Sleepers awake with wounds in their sides.
In Guantanamo Bay justice rots.
Was it just in vain that Jesus died?

Psalms and hymns wither in the depths of night,
While sinners feed like swarms of parasites;
On trash, to feed their swollen appetites.
Has the darkness now eclipsed the Light?

Cold systems crucify their chosen ones,
And exalt all those who deceive and lie.
Misery passes from father to son.
Was it just in vain that Jesus died?