I wrote this poem about a week ago and it is freakily simliar to Georges poem ‘Are you listening?’ which she read out in the closing session of the SCM conference. So I thought I would post it.
As the class gap widens, the money belt tightens,
The people cry out ‘where is my church?’
When all love is forgotten, as the city goes rotten,
The people cry out ‘where is my church?’
Women’s rights fall back, as the fist goes smack,
The people cry out ‘where is my church?’
Big Society celebrated, as the voluntary sector is decimated,
The people cry out ‘where is my church?’
Entertained by compassion, justice gone out of fashion,
The people cry out ‘where is my church?’
‘It’s our time’ they say, as apathy takes it away,
The people cry out ‘where is my church?’
Rejoicing poverty, as more believers they foresee,
The people cry out ‘where is my church?’
Closed eyes to suffering lives, homelessness and greater divide,
Prideful glances at unemployed lines, guilt free as you ‘worked hard all your life’,
All the while I still here the cries, while the hope is lost and the spirit dies,
‘Oh where, Oh where. Was the church?’
Great minds Lizzie
It’s beautiful
very challenging
Thanks for posting that, Lizzie. Even though I’m an unbeliever, I can still relate to that poem!