Kit Kelen #1173 - semi-automatic - for Christchurch

1173

semi-automatic

for Christchurch

17.3.19

to know a self

be who you are

your God

would know you anywhere

the one, the same, the many

be nobody to pray

*

those gone down to hate

they were the fled of wars

of horror, come to refuge here

lay flowers

lay our tears for them

*

the fifty, and there will be more

they were at prayers

to be themselves

don’t have to think to be with God

weep for ourselves that we have failed them

they were for the oneness

the wonder

calm where the mind is still

and this is a community

*

now gone down to hate

now slaughtered

it is not a mad man

*

hate goes into a shop

and buys death

has the licence

the ignorant

from certainty

and so equipped to kill

who fed the lesson

now oh so righteous?

is it just gone too far?

oh unacceptable and wrong?

we witness more than that

*

is there such a thing as evil?

the soul – is it?

the gone – are they?

the one who hates will kill

and learned his fate then where?

we shall not name him

*

is he a member of our species?

who’ll pay taxes to keep it alive,

this consciousness made thing?

decides his life

for hate

a fool

not even proper mad

responsible

has reasons

taught

lapped up a wicked rumour

who kills is the servant of hate

*

weep for ourselves that we have failed them

they were the fled

of wars, of horror

come to refuge here

from Friday prayers

now Sunday –

we are two days down –

fifty, and there will be more

against the whispered mischief

brave to a question –

of the faithful, gone

your God

would know you anywhere

be no one to pray

*

gone down in the spray

of certain hate

now stand in love’s light

we, of the book

and best in our doubts

welcome

whom we shall never know

the hero shielding

and the littlest gone

they are our love

our life

and this much of us died

this many we are now to witness

*

thing we call evil

where does it end?

where did it start?

lay flowers

lay our tears for them

we welcome

and we welcome again

the fled of wars

of horror

*

be nobody

to pray

in contemplation

of all the wonders

to know a self

be who you are

in contemplation

of the good

of mercy

and compassion