The Deportation
I saw the films today
And papers tucked away
Or filed by perpetrators arrogant in sin beyond belief
Which spoke in voices and mute
And placed beyond dispute
The people killed and maimed and thus betrayed to bring a false relief.
These massive structures tall
Of churches, homes, and walls
Which stand amidst the signs of life and
Death and grapes at harvest ripe,
Speak of a life progressed,
A halting one at best,
Neglected now the culture feels no need for leaven, salt, and light.Christ died that we might live
And like Apostles give
Ourselves as wine which tops with blood the
Barrels of fermenting wine.
Thus speak in voices mute and place beyond dispute
That Christ was killed, thus sacrificed – betrayed to bring a real relief.Where do you stand today?
In comfort tucked away?
A perpetrator, arrogant, amassing
Power you do not need?
Or die that folks might live? And like Apostles give
Your body, blood, and comfort that your suffering neighbours find relief?
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