THE QUESTION

 

They’re only numbers on statistical charts.

Sacrifices in the “war” for oil.

Bones broken, flesh afire, gasping for breath,

They lay dying in far-off countries.

 

Their blood runs day and night.

Their screams and groans fill the air.

As their killers shout for joy-

Obscenities mixed with laughter, they shout.

 

Being brain-washed into killing frenzies,

They believe they are defending their homeland.

These innocent bodies and minds,

Killing other innocent bodies and minds.

 

I look for the reason, to make sense of it all.

I ask questions, that have no answers.

I want to know why it is that,

Sons and daughters of elite politicians don’t go to war.

 

I want to know why it is that Christians believe in killing.

I ask, but there are no answers that make sense.

I search and search why a Christian President would

Not set an example by heeding the commandments.

 

I ask questions and more questions, but

The one that no Christian war-supporter will answer,

Is the simplest one of all;

What would Jesus do?

 

-  Granny Earth, N.D., November 7, 2004