Divine Derision

The infant hears screeches in the safest arms—

Abuse and sin

From a man.

It cries, summons the God.

But God stays distant,

Silent,

Watching from afar.

Everyone runs outdoors,

Standing in the yard,

While I question the deity:

If You are real, so divine and majestic,

Why do You not see the iniquity?

A scene so lousy—

Creeping over my walls.

Yet what stillness Your tranquility holds—

That a man torments his wife,

While the neonate weeps.

Disdain fills the air.

Dear Lord—

Merciless,

Is Your silence

The utterless derision?