God?
Help those imprisoned
by malicious men,
for whom mercy
means only nothing
and meting out
blood and murder
means every thing
Who manufacture hells
and who, like
Dante’s demonic fiends,
toss all innocence,
pitchfork all humanities
freedoms
into the flames.
And, Oh! Yes,
(by the way!)
keep me safe
from those men
if it is
your wondrous, magnanimous, Divine Will.
But,
if it’s not,
Please,
teach me-
WHY?
Poems by Ken 