Any god worth praying to
Any divine worth honoring
Anything that can remotely call itself sacred
while children are bombed, hungry and afraid
Anything worth its dirt in devotion
is already letting out a primal scream
is already furious and fuming and has been for years
is already placing their body, their livelihood,
their anything and everything on the line
Desperate with love
Desperate with grief
Desperate with rage
While too many sanctuaries are filled only with silence
Too many choirs sing of everything but freedom
Too many prayers for peace aim to transcend
as blood seeps further into the dirt
Come, come, come,
let us worship at the feet of our children
Ten small toes, ten holy pleas for humanity
To little else can I bow
m jade kaiser