Oct 2014
Lord, I cry out to you with a wrathful
heart.
I cry out with a heart of an anarchist
being shaped into a pacifist.
I want to put my fists through
the hearts of the oppressors.
I show them love.
I bleed onto my enemies.
I bleed for you.
heart.
I cry out with a heart of an anarchist
being shaped into a pacifist.
I want to put my fists through
the hearts of the oppressors.
I show them love.
I bleed onto my enemies.
I bleed for you.
Written in 10/14/2008
I found this poem in one of my old journals. It was during my first year at a Methodist seminary after I had been part of an anarchist community in Cali.
I found this poem in one of my old journals. It was during my first year at a Methodist seminary after I had been part of an anarchist community in Cali.
