If ever we needed to ventilate,
It is noW; the thickening tragedy
Of lies have become too heavy
For the respiration of living truth:-
Indeed…the dire situation
Has reached lunging capacity
And the alveoli of reality
Are sparking gut-wrenching
Diarrheic retribution:-
Breathe people…breathe…
Check the yellowing mane;
Strings of manipulation pulling
Thin loose-lips of a sinking ship:-
Breathe people…breathe…
The corona of truth shines;
Its bright light of truth glowing
Around the darkness of the evil deceit
Of present day Americanism’s tragic turn:-
Be mindful my people, scapegoats
Come and go; in God we must still trust:
Rather than loaning our sacred lives
To ill-fated government iniquities:-
As believers—in the Lenten resurrection—
Let us be about the business of the resuscitation
Of this dying discombobulated nation; our nation,
Claiming birth on the blood-brick masonry of democracy:-