Every Day is Good Friday

 

A litany of violence is our legacy to a fallen world.

From the siege of Masada to the mud filled fields of Ukraine

we shamelessly kill, main and torture.

Under banners of false justification

we enter into the fray of bitter conflict.

Blood is freely shed and the land is violated.

Amongst the ruins lie the broken bodies of lifeless children.

The landscape is transformed into a living hell.

 

The mindless are led by the cunning

the rulers of the world obsessed by power and greed.

Under flags of patriotic valour are the dark dungeons of corruption and deceit.

Mass graves bearing no names are hurriedly covered.

The perpetrators know their guilt but conceal their shame.

In sodden trenches men drink whatever they can find

and drug themselves into oblivion and death.

 

No one wants this nightmare but it has arrived as the evil intruder.

Food is scarce as shells and bombs quickly multiply.

The centuries have not changed this ruinous cycle of destruction.

It is repeated.

 

In the midst of occupation, fear and manipulation comes one innocent man.

In him there is no guile or malice only 

justice, peace and love.

This cannot be; as it heralds a greater fear.

He too becomes a victim, he too is abused by senseless violence.

.The crowds jeered as they led him to an ignominious end.

Even then they stood and mocked him in the rain and mud

of trenches not yet dug.

 

He stood out as a light in the darkness of battle in a world of turmoil

This world could not tolerate him.

His name was entered on the list of casualties for the day.

As mans inhumanity to man continues.