Scream

when Sunday

finally comes

and God

isn’t there

 

Scream

the farmer’s

work is done

and the rain

isn’t there

 

Scream

investment

bankers won

and the money

isn’t there

 

Scream

the soldier

has his gun

and the war

isn’t where

 

we thought it would be

post-enlightenment free

just as the sun will set

we will pay our debt

 

Scream

if thousands

speak as one

God will 

be there 

Scream