knittingknots (knittingknots) wrote,

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Poem Blood in the Streets

Blood in the streets again, O Lord,
red spatters across people’s backs and shirts
dripping in dark red puddles
and smears on the ground,
dark red witness
that Cain’s sin is still with us.

The blood cries out,
even after it is washed away,
and the stains fade
and the bodies are removed,
in the lives forever changed,
in the word that were never spoken
in the deeds never done.

Sin upon sin,
the blood pools into a sea
of dark, sticky red
feeding the fires of hell
better than any oil.

When will it end, O Lord?
Must it go on
until the last of us,
your uncompassionate creatures,
close our eyes?
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