God sent snakes.
Killed the bastards
for complaining
just because their
great, epic
pilgrimage
became
inconvenient.
What did they expect?
I can hear them now:
“We didn’t sign up for
food shortage.
We anticipated a triumphant procession
into a plush and plenty
freedom.
We had enough suffering
in the Old Country”
I don’t blame God, really.
At least,
I can feel my own vindictive
bile rise when they
bitch like condo owners at an AGM.
But come now, God! Let us reason together;
I want to let go of my judgmental
retaliation.
And you ...
Are you so high and mighty that you can
just off anyone who complains
because they are
threatened with starvation?
C’mon!
Why should I trust you with
my very guts
if I can’t even
whimper
occasionally?