“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil. “ But I am afraid. This Sunday morning, Our world is breaking, And we’re each alone. We’ve seen a fellow man Crying for his mother. But I can’t breathe! Friends talk at a distance, Searching for meaning In just the eyes. A mask conceals a smile- Or despair. But I can’t tell. Cities burn. Flames silhouette a form With outstretched hands Reaching for justice. But there is no justice. People ask:”Where is our leader?” But the leader says, “...the shooting starts!” And sows to the wind. Even while we reap the whirlwind, He sows to the wind. But there is no repentance. This is the wrath of God, Not for sacrilege of crosses, Or flags, or creeds, or scripture, But for hardening of the heart, For looking away. And I am afraid