On a mountain of praise and glory
Forms an avalanche of pride
That sweeps Felicity from us
on a patriotic slide.
A bullet sings and stops silent.
A child appears and screams.
A flag flaps and flutters
In service to whose dreams?
What God is this who speaks of love,
yet demands such sacrifice?
What God is this who's on our side,
And tolerates such vice?
If my love is weighed in child's blood,
If my hatred heave and boil,
Then I do not follow God
and prefer to be dust and soil.
U.M.
Inauguration Day
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