A Vain Death Poem by kelvin karani

They said the one on the tree

Died for all to be free

His blood redeems all

Who believe in him

And his grace is available

To all who are in need



Next to his birth place

People are dying with abandon

Every hamlet, every space,

Has had its share of bombing



Do those children, those women

And all those men,

Who by the day loose lives

Who live in constant fear

Knowing not the day or the hour,

Do these people also have a right

To the blood that saves all?