Social Justice or Injustice?
Allies, enemies,
crusaders for peace,
truth-seekers,
religious fanatics,
all streak through the night air
in a blinding supersonic blur,
a surreal action movie,
driven by instant TV ratings,
flashy cowboy patriotism.
In an earth-splitting moment,
men of war storm a star-spangled sky,
dropping destructive bombs,
then dispense bags of food
from the same smoky clouds.
In this muddy landscape
the truth rattles with
dead promises, failed dreams,
superficial commentary.
Social justice screams,
irony responds.
Isn't less government really
the ultimate excuse
for assuming less responsibility?
Why is someone generous
and charitable still called a socialist,
instead of a spiritual person?
The truth gasps,
poets and writers
sling their elegance and anger
upon a parched, lonely landscape.
Their prophesies,
our last brush
with what is truly human.
See
this poem on the TGL blog
