Hoist sails with gaping holes, and
Hide the sides that leak.
They’ll breathe before the water’s pull
Steals color from their cheeks, and
Silences their significance.
O change reality
Where every candle’s quick is lit
And every life leaves seeds
That should eas’ly find the sun
Were it not for bloated selves
Who steal more than any one should have,
Leaving little else, leaving
Nothing in their wake but them
Convinced their word’s the one
With more promise, more power, more permanence
They, the favored sons
With no care to favor’s other
Squeezed too tight on peril’s board
With songs we now will do without
And our world can ill afford
To lose the voice, the heart, the soul
O! Their angels will accuse
The ones who ask with no real care
“What could we really do?”
Take life’s true risk and dive, O Man
Step off your wealthy shore
Keep that boat atop the waves
Let it go down no more!
Think me silent; think me still
While you gather ’round the gun.
Tether yourselves to its barrel now,
Bow to this chosen one.
Though other nations have faced this god and
Wrestled from its mortal grip,
You run instead to its embrace
And cover your children with it.
See me now rise with a chosen few,
Their voices, my words, to shout.
Your vitriol, violence, and vengeful themes
They vow to live without.
They know the threats; they are not blind,
True power comes in great disguise.
Their courage to lay the sword down now—
He who lives by it shall die!
For herein lies the truth of this:
The reluctant hand is sound.
A last resort for a few to hold
When evil find its way ’round.
The work to keep the few so trained
Supported, grounded, true.
With focus here, wisdom stays near
And calamities are few.
Come, Christian, name your God! Oh see
We are not of equal power!
No weapon did my Son embrace
On that third morning’s hour.
Choose which power you will wield
For my patience is growing thin.
Let these my children stand alone
And I will route you from within!
Sell us out for party.
Sell us out for gold.
Pretend our words have weight while you
Warning signs fall at your feet, and
Wisdom has no chance.
The Religious Right
Has tossed its Knight
To with the devil dance.
Peer into the future, please,
When babies write the script.
For history texts, in high relief –
You get the brunt of it!
No Gilded Age. No Post War Boom.
You’ve played with fools;
You’re ridiculed –
“The Age of One Percent.”
A photo op screams off the page;
The caption says it well:
“Congress turned a deaf ear when
All truth and justice fell.”
And there you are, right out in front
With blinders ’round your eyes!
They named your price,
The American way of life.
Take up your pen; rewrite this scene!
Realize the power’s yours!
Find what’s good in Red and Blue.
Reboot! Rebuild! Restore!
Don’t let this run its natural course.
We’ve far too much to lose.
Are not maintained.
Our children are watching you.
[TOWARD RECLAIMING OUR ABILITY TO KNOW WHAT IS TRUE]
See, chaos isn’t hidden now
In back rooms, behind closed doors.
See, it isn’t crouching, crawling
Like it was before.
Shame doesn’t slow its motion,
Inhibition’s up and died.
Turmoil wins another battle,
Take a back seat, peace of mind.
Arms yourselves, raise your warriors!
Don’t look your neighbor in the eye.
Don’t believe a word he utters,
Watch your back, expect the lie.
Shout! Be noisy! Heed the loudest!
Take comfort in the thickest shield.
Now’s the time of darkness, people,
Toss our history in the field.
O! But if we do, then set’s the pathway!
The quickest map to all our doom.
For chaos thrives when loud’s the ruler,
When sacrifice stays in its room.
If any time demanded presence,
Now’s that time to bear our hearts,
To take love out and wield its power,
To remind each of us just who we are.
Fierce the force of love and kindness!
All colors stand when love’s the lead.
See the good within us rising,
Tending to this aching need.
For peace, for justice, for chaos ending,
For reasoned tones and lifted eyes,
Send chaos back to hell, O people
By way of truth, now, may we rise!
Lean your Christ in front of mirrors
(No reflection’s staring back)
Ignore the thousand voices saying
He doesn’t look like that.
O! but you’re the righteous one
The anointed one who knows
America’s modern Pharisee
Wearing high class white men’s clothes.
And you’ve dug your groove too deeply
You can’t see above its walls
You command respect of tyrant kings
While truth, compassion fall.
“Holy” with you is passive
“Christian” with you is skewed
The Bible a condemnation scale
Your exit’s overdue.
Repent! Throw down perception!
Repent! Get up and serve!
See how my Sermon unifies
To condemn, you use my word!?
My fire to ignite all souls
My grace to draw them near
It is mine to guide the salvation
Of each with trembling and with fear!
It is not yours to part the masses
To say who and who will not see me
Remove no one’s hand from atop the plow
Speak mercy – or, do not speak!
“I can’t see you in the crowd!”
(Unspoken words can be so loud)
An equilibrium disturbed.
I’m always split; my focus splayed.
Enjoy the now? But past betrays,
A violence on reverb.
My body tense, my muscles primed,
Will I move in nick of time,
As evil bursts from its disguise?
I claim a place; I call it ours
And hate what within me cowers for
I know. I know its million lives.
I walk o’er hose and noose and gun.
I vet white souls who near me come.
’Cause rage hides itself so well.
It looks to vent when self’s to blame.
It goes beneath, erupts again,
Colors every day, this bit of hell.
Come cry with me as corners grow
Where flowers sit beside candle’s glow,
And cameras catch another death.
My tears remain while yours can dry.
Blow out the flames; blow out Black lives.
You hoard the air; I hold my breath.
To Nikky Finney
From her belly howls a no,
Shakes terror to its core,
Runs it down in shame,
Shows it for the lie it is.
And every self betrayed,
Who strapped upon a bomb
Waging someone else’s war –
O! You who exploit naïve souls
Whose angels talk to God;
Their angels talk to God!
Fierce will come the answer!
For love will bring you down.
Love will bring you down.
Children of Sorrow, come look at my torture
Come see me hanging from this old, tired wood.
No words need be spoken, no direction to guide you
Find my power within you; it is potent and good.
See this! O feel this! I, too, have been wounded
I take Your pain with me; it turns upside down
Enabling even the youngest among you
To take victims’ tables and turn them around.
Accept invitation to climb up on my body
Free my hands and my feet; take me down from this cross.
For I Am within you, your compassion, your power
Allow me to show you that nothing’s been lost.
So far from wounded can each life be fashioned–
As my dead body now breathes once again–
Every scar trembles with potent persuasion
Saving each soul blocked by similar pain.
Children of Sorrow, I won’t force the discovery.
l will hang here through time to speak to each one
Moved by my wounds, O step forward to help me
Find yourselves welcomed; your own wounds undone.
Name it, Lord. Show its face. O see! It’s killing us.
Low decibel, unseen but felt, eroding peace and trust.
Black lives matter, but they don’t; outraged white men roar,
Swallowed in their “but what of me?” Fear now takes the floor.
They’re asking prejudice to dance, thinking theirs the bigger hand.
They’re voicing every human vice that self-centeredness lets stand.
Bravado blots the conscience out, one by one they’re joined
By men who once had dignity, led by a spoiled boy.
Rise again, America! This is what evil does!
It crawls inside our weakest links; O see! It uses us
To build the walls, to cast the blame, to rise by putting down.
Survival of the fittest cries, and bullies gather ’round!
O! Stand and cry, “This is enough!” Let human spirits soar!
Tear Christ from their agenda – this is not Christian anymore.
Goodness has been compromised; it is time to overthrow
This Emperor and his entourage – my God, they have no clothes!
Open up that heavy door and take a peak inside
That’s more than most have ever done though I’ve asked a thousand times
Throw stones at God; blame him for pain; question where he was
Toss God away for what he doesn’t do; don’t see just what God does.
Evil has no tendency to name God’s curtain call
In fact, it stands to block our view, have us join in its cabal
Perpetuate the myth that God, at sign of pain, departs
Impotent, voyeur, masochist. No, God’s no bleeding heart.
Toss down your view! Crush it underfoot! See, first we’re all at fault
We wage our wars to break these bonds, our ontologies’ assault
For God can slip on human skin and become a sacrifice
But one and done. Clean up the kill. No “go, and do likewise.”
Admit the truth: his blood remains; it’s in the air we breathe
The end of suffering’s not the aim; it’s something else we seek
All nature shows a giving in, a willingness to feed
And heaven moves for willing hearts, for suffering breaks the seed.
See! There’s God, with hands nailed down; there’s God beneath the earth
And what will grow with lives laid down no evil can subvert
But blind ourselves to evil’s dance – then we can’t see how God can save
And blindness keeps us weak, unbound, tucked neatly in the grave.