Blood Red Sun

As if Covid was not sufficiently adding to our already darkened state of mind, a series of wildfires are raging across the northwestern states turning the sky a pale grey and the sun into a blood red orb. And still the violence in our streets continues. In particular, there is the sad story of a misguided seventeen year old who thought it was a good idea to take his semi-automatic weapon into a neighboring state to confront protestors. He killed two people. We live in a nation ravaged by climate change, disease, racism and political turmoil; and we are armed to the teeth! What could possibly go wrong?

The birds are in the bush

Hiding to be free,

Pretending not to notice

The danger we all see.

A blood red sun hangs

low in the dust filled sky,

A boy running with a gun

Pretending he can fly.

In the People’s House,

Where Lincoln proclaimed men free,

Truth is just a useless word

And fear the new reality.

The sickness seals us in,

A depression in our souls,

We grow weary in mind and body

Asking only to be whole.

So to what vision of glory

Will the future patriots sing,

As we shoot each other in the streets

And bow before the King?