Whenever something precious is taken,
but especially life itself,
we find ourselves inhaling sharply,
yet all the breath in the world
is not able to inflate our spirits
against this violation of theft.
God the only one
to and against whom
charges can be filed;
flying in the face of polite society,
file we must.
“Here we are, your children,
at your mercy for even daily bread!
How is it then, that we
are supposed to survive this loss?
Take this our impassioned ire,
drive it into your holy heart,
let its fireworks there erupt.
We can do nothing less
and nothing more ourselves,
until you hope us once again!”
© 2012 Todd Jenkins
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