Tuesday, May 11, 2021

American Pie

Originally published in "The Crossroads Magazine - October 7" 

Where I can no longer see

What it feels to be

Unweighted and


Justice on its knees

Waging a war

I don't believe

Why does the blind man plead?

An ignorant place

lies underscore

Sense of grace

Bloody footprints walk

Eyes that are vacant

Still I do weep

In your great vessels of steel

We carry your greed

Across our backs

Our naked

Souls and brittle bones

Weary beneath

A heart still beats

Across this great plain of change

Trumpets sound your name

Herald your peace

Lend me faith

I beg you to bring

A perfect rose

To tide this rage

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