victims’ tears,
activists’ rage,
the mauling of faultless children,
the sorrow of childless mothers,
All of that & more,
These are valid things…
Yet,
the audacity of an aching heart,
even with guilty verdicts,
the heart appeals for your compassion,
hold back your vengeance,
quell a bit, that hot madness in your heart.
cast not your stones,
and if I may insist,
Turn not even the other cheek,
simply walk away,
& leave it all to the discretion of the heavenly court,
hear the preaching of inconvenient sermons,
heed the litigation of inconvenient theology,
lay down your bullets,
& feel instead, the wanting of a broken mother,
and choose the other side of this
ugly canvass,
Plead with the angry conscience:
To calm down & take the foolish path,
Go in the direction of Golgotha…
and on that journey,
through desperate supplications,
God willing,
Everything will be okay.
my condolences
Rest in peace AKA
