They Picked Up Their Crosses

They picked up their crosses

They raised them to God

They howled to him their losses

They all reached for God

 

They carried knives

They carried guns

They went forth with their lives

They all lost their sons

 

I wonder if he sees the blood on his hands

I wonder if he sees the souls he has forsaken

I wonder if he sees these bloodied lands

I wonder if he sees the lives so cruelly taken

 

He saves the world

He saves your soul

He saves us from the pit into which we’re hurled

He saves you from the devil’s incessant pull

 

Why doesn’t he save us from the world’s war?

Why doesn’t he guide the manipulated?

Why does he let us fall to the gunfire’s roar?

Why doesn’t he lift up the mutilated?

 

I asked God these questions

He looked down with no answers

Author's Note

Ummm... This is my first post on this website so..... Any feedback and/or criticsm would be nice... I'm really just throwing something random out of my library, I guess....

Reviews

[Scytheriax]

In the first stanza, using "God" twice throws off the rhyme scheme. Maybe rephrase or substitute another rhyme in one of the lines instead? It would help the poem flow more smoothly than if you kept it as is.
The meter is a little bit off here and there, but it isn't too bad.
I liked the emotion in this piece the most.

[(☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞Emmett..]

*nod nod* Oh yes, God, answer these questions.

I like this poem and the way it rhymes. Some parts here and there seem kind of off, such as in the fourth stanza the beginning lines are short and then the lines are long for the rest, but I mean it's not that big of a deal. I just like the way this poem calls God out on the spot. xD

[Shep]

Sometimes I ask these same questions as I watch the news. This poem stirs the emotions as it grips your inner soul. Nicely done.

[Miss'LC]

This is awesome:)x