These days are strange,
when defenders come home from war,
To take their lives among us.
The ephemeral glory once known in battle
is overcome via death in infamy.
What I would give to see us all come together to
bring the light to their darkness,
but the circus is in town,
and we can’t come together.
Sins once hidden are now on full display,
and this has brought out the ire of the conservative.
The secular now openly practice,
what at one time they hid deep in their closet.
And the churchman feels called,
to sin against them;
and both sides call to their lawyers for justification.
Secular and religious maestros take respective podiums
to announce the beginning of the volleys.
Calumnies and condemnations hurled back and forth
by the godfathers of opposition swearing false witness
to their fearful masses, and a battery of lawyers
looking back into history to cite how their gods are angry.
As either side digs in I shout into their performance,
“WHY ARE SENSIBLE CONTROLS CONSIDERED TREASON!”
“WHY CAN’T YOU SEE THAT AN AUTOMATIC RIFLE STOPS
A BEATING HEART, JUST AS QUICKLY AS THE WANTON,
AND A COCK THAT CLAIMS NO RESPONSIBILITY!”
Our brave young men come home to die because we can’t
give them peace of heart, a piece of home.
I am speaking into the darkness of minds,
This light that I’ve been given.
Not my own, for I am no man,
Importantly Insignificant is my name.
But I know that Holy Ground is common ground,
and I have no sandals.
“Speak into the dark and the captives will hear.”