By Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer
understanding
ugly scratches
on a body precious born
air so scented all around
faces wet with tears forlorn
knowing
what was coming
and the beauty yet to be
cannot pacify emotions
for the tragedy we see
many saved
perhaps more perish
mortals we may never know
scourge the poor
and those neglected
those the wounds that we must sew
plenty is
and always will be
hoarded
by so very few
too few care
and many lorded
power in their hands to view
mountains turn to office buildings
or to mansion
filthy sea
poisoned by
an oily wallet
guildings, gueldings
cut the tree
fuel to make
and car to feed
and trample
on a child to coat
obese shoulders
carry only
what they like
so as to gloat
die and lie
in piles of people
littering the rich's walls
dogs are eaten
China gets what
Westerners would be appalled
can't we pool our benefits
or is that only for backyards
care or cross once made to fit
You
now in pieces
souls black tar
gather us
Love, show the ones
who love You
how to make who don't
rescue range
with pocket change
and bring somehope
to faces gaunt
one deprived of what
they should have
others turn away from free
You salvation
they want everything
and lose eternity
we must live on this dread planet
until You come back for us
let me, Lover, bring
some to You
make me
Heaven's tour bus
