Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2022
From black robes to white with hoods,
from a red cross to the one burning yellow;
your misdeeds are upon you.
The executioner’s axe is ready at hand.
You must bow. You must confess.
Atonement will be made
and the demons released.
This is how we move through.
There is no more acquittal.
We are here to take back
what was taken.
We are chosen for our sensitivity
and compassion and tender love
for all God’s creation.
We see us in them. We see
all in everything. This is the way.
We are moving forward.
The old ways are dead.
Yes, we are here.
11.18.2021
Billie Marie
Written by
Billie Marie  46/F/Chicago
(46/F/Chicago)   
269
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems