“Where is your brother?”
The question hangs in the air.
But I have no reply,
except for despair.
My heart was all hatred,
but I still had a choice.
Now there is silence
where there once was a voice.
“Give me an answer.”
The Lord says with a sigh.
But how should I know
where men go when they die?
“Where is your brother?”
He still wants to know.
I want to run,
but where would I go?
With a fistful of anger
and a heart full of rage,
I have ended my brother
and put myself in a cage.
I was a farmer.
He was a herder.
Now the first child born
is guilty of murder.
The Lord hangs His head.
“Your brothers blood cries.
Don’t you want to know
where men go when they die?”
“Where is your brother?”
The question hangs in the air.
Where once there was rage
there is now only fear.
Now I know what it takes
to break the heart of a mother.
For I’ve made a world
where men slay their brothers.
Is there no going back?
Am I going to Hell?
Is there really no way
to unring this bell?
“Give me an answer.”
The Lord says with a sigh.
But how should I know
Where men go when they die?
“What have you done?”
Then God starts to cry.
I wish that I knew
where men go when they die.
Don’t you want to know
where men go when they die?
Soon I will know
where men go when they die.
(c) 2019 JD Green