Archive for June, 2020
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Posted by LevelPaths in Life, Poetry, Politics on June 1, 2020
The blue became a perp;
Just a man before work;
Eight minutes? Eight minutes!
“I can’t breathe . . .”
Blue, release that knee.
Have mercy.
Watching the aftermath,
Other blues scared to death;
A nervous wreck –
Gotta serve and protect –
Men and women with families
Standing, walking in solidarity;
Order, humility, modesty, civility
Blessings these are to humanity.
Blues, we need you;
We really, really do.
Protestors marching,
Walking, waving
Signs in procession
On a peaceful mission
Shadows of the dead
Reminding the Heads
Of State, we can’t wait . . .
No, we can’t wait;
We can’t breathe.
No more asphyxiation
Woe to our nation!
“In the dust of the streets,
Lie the young and the old”;
Both women and men have fallen
Pirates come a callin’
Reveling in the sadness
Opportunistic mercenaries
Highjacking tears
Destroying the years
Of work belonging to our neighbors
Anarchists and looters doin’ favors?
Pirates cheat and steal;
They do not a nation heal.
Spiral, spiral, will you stop?
Violence, anger, murder, threats,
Politicians hedge their bets;
“Election Day is coming soon!”
But can they heal so great a wound?
Dividing wall of hostility stands erect;
No mortal human can correct;
Not ANTIFA, BLM, or ACLU
Nor Govs, POTUS, or Blues
Peace of another kind
Is required for such a time.
Our soul is sick; it’s evil;
We swim in hate, ‘cause the hate’s within.
Everyone wants to “win, win, win.”
The evil’s in us people.
All want justice; none can provide.
Ebbs and flows the election tide.
Peace and justice longs the heart
Before our union’s torn apart.
Look within we will, we must,
But all we’ll find is creation’s dust.
Upward must the gaze now look
To the one on himself he took
Debts and sins and iniquities
Canceling them out upon the tree.
Reconciling not only to deity
But also wide to humanity
Peace vertical
Peace horizontal
Cross-shaped peace for you and me
Tears down walls of hostility
Common ground establishing
Where sinners free come gathering;
A new Spirit we need and can receive,
If part of this new humanity you choose to be.
He implants peace within the dust;
Spirit and Word within remakes us.
O Revival! How long must we wait?!
O America! I pray it’s not too late.