Under a Corrupt Sky

The world is ablaze, rocked by hurricanes, storms and floods, nature is being eroded and man is either subjugating, killing or stealing from man.

I used to look to the heavens

in youthful wonder,

to see spring and summer

and autumn.

To watch the Skylark

and Jay winging their way

to and fro

as nature sent the sun

to warm the earth

and the rains

to quench its thirst.

There used to be a God,

a responsible adult,

up there somewhere

who would tend his sheep

and keep them

on the just and decent path

to fulfilment.

Now it seems

the sky is distorted,

bent in origami folds

of blackened paper sins.

Science has denied me heaven,

although I cannot pretend

to be disappointed.

For me,

God now wears the tabard

of a traitor to his people,

the jaune gilet of surrender

as unchecked greed and corruption

rain unjust pain and sorrow on

the innocent, and storms

and fires and viruses

cause untold misery

to the flock he once tended.

 

16/10/20

Author's Note

Reviews

[X]

What a departure from your sinner self John...this thoughtful lament bring to mind the various biblical prophets who cried in anger about the darkness in their time....the more things change the more they stay the same....life in hindsight is 20/20 except for this year.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Yes I guess that is it Kira, anger about the darkness man visits upon himself and his 'brothers'. Many thanks Kira.