if a man falls on the battlefield
and everyone around is too busy succumbing to the taste of heaven(hell)
has he still fallen?

tell me, preacher man

if a child lies crying in its cradle
unaware his mother is lying beside him
bloated and colorful in the robes of death
is he still crying?

tell me, preacher man.

He who hath given mankind life
allowed us to wander on chubby, unsteady legs
we are the toddlers
and He,
the father who left
when our mother became
drunk with oil and addicted to fumes.

He has left us to learn from our mistakes
but He is blissfully unaware that there is only so far
that a child can go without the steadying hands
of his Father.

your teachings, Father, left by your most favorite son
perverted
by we teenagers going through puberty
who break one rule to secure one more obscure ('fag beating')

the hands that Created
must come down
and right the fallen buildings
of children squabbles
and bless he who loves his brother
and she who loves her sister
for we have singled out
only certain kinds
of metaphorical incest.

tell me, preacher man
what kind of world have we created
where children suffer and fight like men
and we ignore them in favor
of forever reaching out
for the Father who will never
pick us up
again.

Where is your God now?