Modern Psalm 15

I wonder why
In the desperate dark hours
In the slums of Bagdad
In charmed streets of suburb americana
In rape rooms of Darfur
In the blessed plains of Oklahoma
In the dreary dying rooms of frail forgotten elders
In the tributaries of the Amazon
In the meth labs and crack houses
in the shining light of freed land
Lord God have mercy on the broken and oblivious