Again, here you come dangling
that same kind of rope that hung
and choked my sacred ancestors…
filling their footprints with clods
left by your kindred transgressors.
You proudly boast of their naked sin;
praising toast-like, the wicked tricks
that granted unjustifiable privileges
to you and all heirs with the same skin.
Yes, to err is human
Yes, to forgive is divine:
Yet, Christ, human and divine,
Was bruised and readily crucified;
His crown, a roped thorny vine,
that bloody hands had well modified.
Today, like Pilate, you wash your
filthy hands.
Leaving dirty basins filled with soapy
water bans.
Christ asked, forgave, and had mercy on people
of the likes of you.
Because of His death, resurrection, and teachings,
I must forgive too.
Yet, I must keep praying each and every blessed
day;
for thoughts like these that just keep coming my
way:
“If you were me and I was you,
and I did to you what you’ve done to me,
would that not be reciprocity?”