God,

The people here saw everything,
They heard it all, they covertly knew
My deepest wounds and suffering
And the only thing they chose to do
Was withhold justice for nepotism,
And abandon me to my plight
In isolation, knowing the weight I bear
They engage in their delights
Apathetic to the destruction
They both wrought and condoned
If You ask, I forgive them
But I beg You, make it known
What they have done,
Confront them with their sin.
Let them repent in sackcloth and ash
Topple the towers they pride themselves in
They’re foreigners to kindness.
It’s equally brutal to silently view
A soul get exsanguinated-
They don’t care, but I believe You do.

It hurts because I loved, I trusted,
And I must never do that again.
Because it’s also hatred in a soul
To watch a wolf devour a lamb,

And feel like a better person for just watching.

“Far be it from You to do such a thing, to kill the righteous with the wicked, so that the righteous and the wicked are treated alike. Far be it from You! Shall not the Judge of all the earth deal justly?””
Genesis 18:25