Where are You, My Child?

Where are you My Child?

When I have been here

All along watching what’s

Going on in the earth?

Day and night, I have

Wondered if you would

Lay down your arms and

Pick up your torture stake

To follow the only way

To freedom, peace, and

Happiness I have given

To all of mankind’s benefit

I have heard many an outcry

And seen the atrocities there

That continues to prove that

Man cannot lead themselves

I hear the sorrow, the anguished

Cries even up farther than the sky

It grieves me to see what man has

Done for their hungry greedy hearts

Hush now, my child, and let me

Comfort you in your dire need

I am aware of the PTSD trauma

And frights you have experienced

For these are not my ways, child.

It’s the way of the world and their

Political means of gaining control

Of all in their path and homeland

Do not give up hope, my child, for

There are things that must take place

During the end of this wicked system

I will rid all these ugly things you see

Put down your arms and fight no more

Do not follow man that will not give

True peace and security in the land

For these will perish in due time too

Take comfort in my Word and know

I do not ignore what is going on there

I know your pain, sorrow, grief, ailments

In due time all will be done away with

©Copyright 14 April 2009, MahTame

A response to Terry Sutherland’s “Where are You?”