An American Prayer

America, my friend and neighbor,
Reopening the wounds of Christ,
The scar under the scar that never heals,
The festering of your own infection,
An inflammation inflamed.
Clearly, you’re the hate behind hate,
Masklessness masking your mask
Of pride and vulnerability,
With a burn under your burn,
With darkness in your darkness
And falsehoods covering falsehoods…
America, who among you
Can see and say the whole truth?
Who will cross the racial divide?
Who will be the dove of light?
Who will carry the olive branch
Into the battleground of your own streets?

Blood Lust

Is that what you want
The taste of blood
Is that what you desire
Blood on your door
Is that what you can’t do without
Muslim blood
Jewish blood
Christian blood
Black blood
White blood
Is that what you need
More and more blood
Is that why you wait
For the blood of the moon
Is that why you follow
With blood lust support
Is that what you stand for
The blood of words
Is that why you’re baptized
To be dipped in blood
Is that what you worship
Money and blood
Is that what you crave
Flesh and blood
Is that what you dream
Innocent blood
Is that what you extol
The blood of your enemies
Is that who you are
Blood sisters and brothers
Is that what you preach
The blood of Christ
Is that your obsession
The scent of blood
Is that who you are
Baying for blood
Is that your politics
Blood that runs cold
Is that your drug
The blood of the slain
Is that your position
To draw first blood
Is that your belief
A God of blood
Is that your legacy
Blood on your children
Is that your unreasoning
Blood and thunder
Is that your good
To be cleansed in blood
Is that why you pray
For the spilling of blood
Is that why you rage
For rivers of blood
Is that why you gather
For the blood that will tell
Is that who you are
Blood sisters and brothers
Is that where you are
Hands defiled by blood
Is that what you leave
A covenant of blood