Post-Easter Blues

"Christ is risen", 

but my back still hurts.

Easter service, hard wooden chairs:

up and down, down and up;

lively sermon, deadly songs.

"Christ is risen", who would know?

"Christ is risen",

yet the madness continues.

Daily news, daily blues: 

violence and hatred, injustice, corruption.

America sways: fascist right,

socialist left, sold-out centre;

eating its own sputtering heart.

Britain just gives it all away,

stealing from the poor to feed

the arrogance of the rich,

whilst blaming the other, the outsider, the lost.

"Christ is risen", but we don't want him here.

"Christ is risen",

in the darkness below the surface.

Despair, depression, addiction, alienation,

huddling behind overpriced houses

which ought to be homes.

Where's good news, what's a solution

as Pandora's heritage ravages lives.

"Christ is risen", does hope survive?

Psyche by SteveDelamare