We were born in a system
doomed to fail
built on the back of oppression
hidden in a fairy tale
of greed-laced delusion,
seduction and confusion.
It’s easy to forget where we belong.
The promises of empire
and disordered desire,
we forget Mary’s song.
From the depths of her soul
comes a song of redemption,
of salvation and justice
for those bruised by affliction
where the powerful will go down
clinging to their clay crowns.
The clock is ticking and it will be done.
Love will drive out fear.
The Lord will not ignore the tears
and the bloodshed of daughters and sons.
~ A free verse poem written January 3, 2020
Long Way Here 