Where was your Jesus ?
When splintered trees
Shed burnt cotton leaves
Singed by war
Body parts galore
Hanging in trees
Wild in the wind
Desolute and sinned.
Where was the spirit ?
When we buried the dead
Ravaged and torn
Flesh ripped by lead
Little bodies, little bodies
Eyes open or shut
No crucifix saved
No bible it stood.
Where was the protection ?
When rubble it fell
Crushing those beneath
Or trapped in the Hell
Those that lay injured
A strangers hand for a cross
Words from a believer
Hope at a loss.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
Online) - Published: January 20th, 2026 02:44
- Comment from author about the poem: A teenager questioning faith during World War Two
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Comments1
The madness of war.
so true
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