There’s Shrapnel in Our Wall – Good Friday

There’s shrapnel in our wall
And holes in my skin
Born of human fingers hidden
By commanders and distance and towers

My blood is in the street
My sons’ bodies hauled away
By men with guns
Who say they are here to protect

Tivoli, Calvary
Tivoli, Calvary

Taste and see: here is your pierced side
Taste and see: here is your cross
Taste and see: here is Pilate, soldiers, guards
Taste and see: we yell crucify

Here, O God, your daughter cries
Here, O God, your on is silenced
Here, O God, your children tremble

My God, My God, why?