A Poem for Moore, Oklahoma

Where the fuck is God when all these people die?

Where the fuck is God when mothers and fathers cry?

Where the fuck is God when only the cameras are there to address the pain?

Where the fuck is God when nothing is ever going to be the same?

I don’t know.

I don’t have a clue.

I just have to pray and believe that God was there with them and died and arose too.

Amen.