God saw you chopping off small feet and hands.
God watched you snatch the daughter from her bed.
God heard your incoherent sex demands.
God watched you speed away as the son bled.
God noticed as you calmly aimed your gun
and shot the pregnant woman in the back.
God noticed there were some too small to run
when you set off your suicide attack.
God knows you kept the boy and drowned the girl.
God knows how many teens you've thrown away.
God knows you keep girl-whores in your drug world.
God knows child-workers did not eat today.
And yet with all these things God knows you do,
the empty cross insists God loves you, too.
L.B. R. Lucas
5 March 2002
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