Unfinished

Oh Father, Dear Father.

Why do you look down and only gape?

Why do you see the pain and gaze at shame?

Damned are we here, and to what end.

Stuck in the times that determine our ends.

Do you smile upon us when we pray in fear?

Do you laugh when blood mixes with tears,

Or is it pleasure to see how there is no end to our fall?

Oh Father, Dear Father.

Are we not copied from thy image?

Are those tears from above-

Tears of joy over the madness,

Or tears of shame due to our performance.

Your image we must be to do as we do.

To be as we be.

To live as you live.

We are told that we can’t repeat the past,

Yet the past holds our future problems.

We don’t seem to learn,

Yet we seem to be able to adapt to the change.