Moral Earthquakes

The weight of this world
Sits heavy on us today.
Even though the sun shines
Through my window,
Families weep in darkness,

At the very epicenter
Of an earthquake that
Has been raging under
The surface far too long
Swallowing our innocent.

In these powerless moments
We see evil coming up
Through the cracks
And we only seem able
To throw pebbles at giants

Whose crooked pockets
Burst with donated dollars.
In a world where nobody
Asks why they drip
With so much blood.

Or whose mouths make
Villains of their victims.
In a church where nobody
Says, the shepherds
Have no clothes.

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