No one cares what words I sling.
No one cares what desperate prayers I sing.
All they want is a path to follow.
All you want is some truth to swallow.
I hear some lives matter more than most,
But I’ve stopped praying to the Holy Ghost.
Love Thy Neighbor is lost in the Six O’Clock News
And every Sunday empty are Holy Name’s prized pews.
My friend is a one hard working Mother;
She’s quite lovely, like none other.
Oh yeah, she’s one African-American
With a white friend— this Earthling man.
I’m sick of race, ‘cept the Triple Crown.
Love is an embrace, get That idea down!
Don’t need no politician to say what’s so;
Come on Earthlings, Life’s a party—Let’s GO!
Posted on July 12, 2016, in Poem and tagged African-American, embrace, false leaders, false piety, false prophets, friends, friendship, love, love thy neighbor, party, prayers, put faith in action, race, race relations, Six O'Clock News, the future, white. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.