His Children die

By Sara Barten

God made that child
Then they strung him up
They tied a noose around his neck
Let the earth fall beneath him
And watched him kick and scream
As the life slowly left his body

And I watched
In the distance
Far away
But close enough to see
That it could be me
Kicking, screaming, begging for air

And I watched
Cursing the days that God had made
To watch us die
Beneath his earth and sky
Cursing the day
When we watch all of his children die

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