“Questions” by Joan McNerney

Who
took away spring
stole all the glory
throwing our gardens of green
into these hills of scorched grass?

Who
dared to care
more about money
destroying everything in sight
forgetting earth is our only home?

Who
is so callous
to laugh at the suffering
of the sick poor yet pretend
to believe in a loving God?

Who
began all these wars
making mothers cry for children
searching for their bodies
in the chaos of destruction?

Who
robbed our hope
and all our wonder
burning heaven with dry
lightning to pierce the sky.

Who
are you
who made
the angels moan?