Cry the corpse of generations, for God is coming.
To save some of us
God, please save us from:

The righteous who make our moral dilemmas
issues of separation, and
propose goodness while teaching bigotry.

Saviors with walls too high for children to climb
who count days with dimes
upon the rock of ages,
and sell water by the riverbank.

Jails filled with crosses of the unredeemed
sorted by color of skin, for illegalities
that imprison by virtue of discrimination.
Managed by jailers who earn more than educators
fuck prostitutes and snort drugs.

Good-doers who make wings with feathers of fear,
the joyful reminiscent who overlook reality to preach
that only for some rain falls and oxygen fills forests.

Oh, God, save us from holy foamers, self-acclaimed
holy rollers, who profess exclusivity. Hang them in hell
to toil in their pompous redemption
at the helm of greed and pulpits of evil.

Marta

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