Poem - The great Silence

At last the day has come

The day of judgement and weighing 

Nevertheless a doubt would come

I'm doomed if would be judged

God sat on the throne

Ornamented with precious stones

All men of all race

Stood infront, Adam to me

How huge the sea was,

Sea of not waves and water

But of sin, lust and greed

In full form of manhood

Wondered all, what's happening

Some bereaved,  some peaceful

Some yet wondering, what to do next

Mixed emotions could I see.

A huge thundering voice was heard

Corners of the earth, it shook

"Given I each of you a span of life 

To live in the beaitiful earth I created

To tend it, to mend it

To nurture it, to value relations,

To love each other

Come now to weigh your deeds, 

To the judgement throne"

By the score ad-lib and off the cub

Formed groups, unhappy arrogant and with closed fists

Frowning and looking at each other

And to the throne, with resentment

Complaints raised, accusations came of the bar

To the one not to be questioned

Lend me your ears

To one such insurgent group.

"Where was he when they tortured us

Robbed us and raped us

Where was he when we suffered

And when they mocked us and spat on our face

Called us insane, called us illegitimate

Persecuted us and proclaimed us slaves"

This their altercation was

Their discontentment forged higher.

" No right has He to judge us

He sits on the throne above 

And dictates right and wrong

Sits there comfortable to rule us

No harm, no starvation, no poverty

No accusations, no injustice

No problems, no troubles

Still he says I'll judge you?"

Leaders did meet together

Prepare they did a notation

Decide they did to submit it to him

They gathered to fight for their cause

"Let God face our problems

Let God be born in a poor family

Let Him be called fatherless

Let others doubt his legitimacy

Let God suffer starvation

Let him suffer for nothing

Let him be homeless

Let him have no place to sleep

Let others call him insane

Let him be misunderstood

Let people turn against him

Even though he didn't mean any harm.

Let him be called a liar

Even though his intentions were pure

Let him suffer and be tortured

Then has he the right to judge us"

"Then he understands why we sin.

Then he knows our plight

And pardon would he and declare

No judgment be passed."

Yet their hands trembled

Their knees bowed

Their eyes couldn't stand the bright light

That shone from the holy throne

He read the memo.

Then there was a great silence

When He said,

"That was what my Son had to go through"