Friday, November 11, 2016

Lament This November, 2016

Fear. Loss. Mourning. Bulls of Bashan all around, snarling. 
Knowledge is covered and afraid to even whisper. Worry. Concern for my neighbor trampled by the Pharisee.
No longer even my brother's keeper but my weaker brother's master, if he cannot defend nor speak. 
The cheated laborer cries out only to be told the owner who withheld wages is now the ruler; stolen wages become pocket change for the rich. 
Time and name are the only things left for the forgotten when even dignity is taken. 
Careful, beautiful and good plans destroyed by vandals.
They know not what they do.

No comments: