sins of commission

sins of omission

as grains of sands

fearing

to take stands

yet, drops of blood

soaking all lands

can't hear the wailing

and most are failing

not grieving

not caring

for their lot

failing to act

failing in duty

the only God

piercing sobs

deafened

by cruel mobs

so endless wailing

yet, most are failing

unfeeling

unmoved

by woeful lot

sins of commission

sins of omission

each one

shall answer

for their blood

the torrential

horrifying flood

who is the mother?

where is the father?

to whom they belong?

weeping too long

resounding sobs

stifled

by steely-eyed mobs

blood is the lot

tears mixed with blood

through tears

through blood

they see God