An Open Letter to God

If voices are gunned down

For the protest that they register

What is left there to talk?

An empty space; an ethereal numb.

O, God, when will all these killings end?

If human lives have become cheapened by sheer brutality

Contrary views have become the poisoned chalice

If every sword is sharpened at another’s throat

Then each word you utter gives the context for cut -throat existence.

O, God when will all these killings end?

If the existence of the ‘other’ is no longer important

Annihilating the ‘other’ is something routinely done

When hearts are depleted of human emotions

What is heaped behind is just empty casings of lethal shells.

O, God when will all these killings end?

Look upon the eyes of the fatherless children,

The motherless children wipe their blood-stained scars.

Tears have evaporated  in their war-torn faces

What is left behind are starved affections and haunting memories.

O, God when will all these killings end?

**********************************     by: Chandi Sinnathurai