Where is Jesus when we need him?

Scottish poet Robert Buchanan’s poem “The New Rome” written over a hundred years ago comes to mind.

Flood devastation

A THOUSAND starve, a few are fed,

Legions of robbers rack the poor,

The rich man steals the widow’s bread,

And Lazarus dies at Dives’ door;

The Lawyer and the Priest adjust

The claims of Luxury and Lust

To seize the earth and hold the soil,

To store the grain they never reap;

Under their heels the white slaves toil,

While children wail and women weep!

The gods are dead, but in their name

Humanity is sold to shame,

While (then as now!) the tinsel’d Priest

Sitteth with robbers at the feast,

Blesses the laden blood-stain’d board,

Weaves garlands round the butcher’s sword,

And poureth freely (now as then)

The sacramental blood of Men!

Lazarus lays dead. Where is Jesus when we need him?

Courtesy: Nadeem Ahsan & CRDP, August 23, 2010

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