Pray for us

the devil killing
cash machine out of service
a father afraid,

our god living
goods made non-returnable
a mother amazed,

my father dying
innocent men take the fall
death given parole,

gentle eyes still cry
israel's hills covered in crosses
goddness under heel,

my father a son
sniper trained on the child
god the hero fires,

I leave hospital
car parks full of visitors
hands covered in soul.



John G.Hall(C)2004