The groaning is a little louder this year it seems
Age old sins
in an age of immediacy
Exposes our
lack of enlightenment and evolution
White
privilege, black oppression
Women
exploited, power misused
Children
abandoned, talking heads
Authority
figurines point fingers
Looting and
vandalism, libel and gossip,
Justice
twisted, Justice delayed
Another
relationship shattered
Another
tawdry affair, Another addiction
Another
plague, Another terminal case
Another
explosion, another eye for another eye
And on and
on and on we blindly go
The monotony
is killing us
How long, O
Lord?
I’ve heard
it said that though our sins be as scarlet
You will
wash them white as snow
Well, we
need a blizzard
Cover up
this crimson tide
Lake effect
on the Red Sea, six feet deep
Stop us,
dead in our tracks
Silence us.
Still us.
Til all we
hear is the sound of your
Breathing
in the wake of your
Coming.
Come soon.
Come soon.
