Why...echoed???

I heard a voice
in the wilderness of my heart,
asking why why??
and echoes...

the king with his
caravan ride,
smiles fug our heart

the fattest bleat
few men's meal
it becomes

the reverend,
with his caravan ride
hands clasped
pressed the other,
saintlike welcome
doth receive.

the night,
church Knight,
a night truly,
uniform double sided
Flooded smoke
engulf the inner,
like a saint
doth welcome

but when he comes
he above,
presence ignored
and a dilapidated
quashed hut
find he,
welcomed in
a grave of sin
why why why?
all why echoed!!!

by chukwuemeke bright 1/29/2016