Cry Out for America

 

 

I lie in my bed at night

and cry out for America to the angry stars -

Forgive us, tapers of darkness;

we have forgotten from where we came.

Forgive us, evening fires;

we have forgotten who we are.

We are many tribes

gathered together in one sacred space,

many tribes

who despise each other's soil.

Many altars adorn our forests,

yet we share no common grove.

Many churches mark our streets,

yet we share no true religion.

We are all the children of earth,

yet treat our father like a slave.

We are all the offspring of water,

yet treat our mother like a whore.

I lie in my bed at night

and cry out for America to the angry suns -

Forgive us, caissons of God,

for we have abandoned your horses.

Forgive us, galleons of God,

for we have abandoned your harbors.

 

© 2016 John M. Marshall