Politics of Burial

Life is such a blessing.
Life is such a curse.
I fight my vile temper:
Lightning versus Thunder.
There are all the Angels singing,
“Child, do not be afraid.”
And all the mothers crying,
“Child, live for one more day.”
The men who live in castles
Are ashamed to shed their tears.
“Justice for my people,”
And they toss the dog a crumb.
Then they brood over their blisters
When the money starts to rub.
They’ve learned to hate their colleagues,
Who chant, “Sinning Tax Collector.”
These Pharisees in fair-trade linen;
Organic food, not unclean gluttons:
Oil and wine for Samaritan strangers,
But never learned to love their neighbor.
They see the people die of hunger;
Point the finger at another.
The pretty girls all cut their hair
To give to Locks of Love.
And their mothers want to teach
The starving children how to pray.
And still the rich are saying,
“There’s still ground enough for digging.
And since it’s just a child,
It won’t take a lot of dirt.”
And still the mothers crying,
“Child, don’t just slip away.”
And still the angels singing,
“Child, it’ll be okay.”
We have Thunder versus Lightning;
Sometimes I’m ashamed of living.
And Life is such a blessing.
Life is such a curse.

Galatians 5:14-15
The entire law is summed up in a single command: “Love your neighbor as yourself.” If you keep on biting and devouring each other, watch out or you will be destroyed by each other.


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