which way?

You'd be back like a thief you said,

These are dark days; bewilderment galores,

We're deep in the embrace of the snares

Drawing in each day's facade

And in a cruel embrace of malice,

Our smiles are a rejoinder of glaring lies.

Could we have killed you in the latter thief?

Upsetting calmness that once reigned,

And now we've to content with a world scorched,

Sunbathing in self-inflicted grief?

But each day we relight the fire

Conscious of ramifications so dire.

Which way, dear God,

Is the path to thy throne?

In the quest for a lost star, or created femine,

Or by the slasher of the SERVANTS'° guard?

Look our way and wipe our tears

Resuscitate us to overcome these fears.

Has inadequacy of heavenly tears denied us pure water?

Casting us on transit to the ocean

to god of the rising tide to offer our confession

and look upto dear heaven for laughter?

Which way, dear God,

off our shoulder unburden this load.

Which ways should we loathe,

for jesus° now sojourns in our midst,

at his table we've once had a feast

but he hath a new order of the sabath,

and ascribes to a different word

not common from the ancient world.

Dear God, if our beliefs are appaling,

that religion's turn'd apocalyptic

remember you've once been sympathetic

when we swam in the pond of wrong doing.

Dear God, for the universe I pen our apologia°

Look our way and rid us of this dementia.

Bunguswa Writes.