A rightful reproach to God.

A rightful reproach to God

Here near and dear are wailing and weeping
for the dead are those look like
still sleeping , in the still sleeping,

After their departure, rupture, rupture,
everywhere rupture, for the vulture
in the burial ground only rapture,

follow the holocaust in tsunamis
earthquakes, -- shiver runs , scares ,
driving many into tantrums.

Burial grounds are few, electric cremations
are more, falling are powdered ashes,
divisions and partitions in household names.

Oh! God, what are you going to do
With those departed souls?
Where are you going to house these numberless?

I know not the answer, the right answer,
for you hold the keys , to the tricky quiz,
for you hold the tips for the buzz.