Jealous Knife

Jealous Knife

Evil has so managed to perfume our senses

Kept us on guard with little or few defenses

Could it be that we have forsaken all the good we have come to know

For this is not how each and every soul is intended to grow

We have been rendered numb by a continuum of unspeakable atrocities

Dangerously egged on by an unholy religiosity

We take pleasure in destroying all the things that sustain our fragile life

Methodically slicing away at God’s creation with a jealous knife

How can you feel no sorrow for the forsaken child

Or the disappearing forests harbouring our kinship with those in the wild

How can we not protect the beauty of Mother Earth

Or the great waters through which a spirit is given birth

Thank you,
Joseph Pede