You treat Their Names with no respect
And wonder why honor has left you
You steal Their gifts given freely in love
And wonder why famine destroys you
You betray Their teachings, pervert Their signs
And wonder why Tyranny rules you
You mock Their images and grace
And wonder why crime overwhelms you
You burn Their histories and homes
And wonder why war decimates you
You toast and sing that “God is dead!”
And wonder why joy has abandoned you
Always loving but ever watchful
The Heavenly Hosts remain true
And, foolish child, make no mistake
They can certainly bite if They want to.
Poetry Copyright © 2019 by Ena Whiteraven All rights reserved.
Inspired by history and The Angelic Herald