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Rage Against the Maker

"Do you rulers indeed speak justly?
Do you judge people with equity?
No, in your heart you devise injustice
and your hands mete out violence on the earth." 
(Ps 58:1-2 NIV)

Where shall we go from here?
To a public flogging?
Strip them,
Splay them,
And let the Angry strike,
Until they bleed
Until they weep
Until they apologize,
Until they wish to undo what's been done,
Which can never be undone.
Where shall we go from here?

Pulses quicken and muscles tense,
Sweat beads and hearts pound
With rage at power misused
Adding another to the abused:
Kings to citizens,
Citizens to immigrants,
Immigrants to wives,
Wives to children.
On and on through time,
Passing this baton
To the next generation,
Like an echo down a tunnel.
"Someone must pay! 
Must pay! 
Must pay!"
And the bill is passed on,
Another levy added.

Is this not the dam bursting
When God sits on his hands
Refusing fire from heaven?
Is this not the songs of angry men
Having wrest power from rulers
And now are enslaved again?
For the beating of our hearts
Echos not the beating of his drum
And that life we wished to start
Vanished when tomorrow came.

That is why the search continues,
this rage against the maker.
For we demand a payer of the tax,
Someone of infinite supply
And a judgement free of bias,
Who can assign the blame
And allow the angry mob 
To strip him 
And splay him
And flog him within an inch of his life,
Until he proffers the apology
Able to right all wrongs.

And then God himself
Not sitting upon his hands
Will deal the death blow from heaven.

Where shall we go from here?
The scales have been brought to balance
By his blood.


Laura Provencio said…
Beautifully written!! Thank you for sharing.=)

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