I have heard your cries
You stand on your truth
You weep tears mixed bitterly
You say you are crying
For those unable to cry
For themselves.
Spare me the histrionics
Of your hypocrisy
Where are your cries
When they are crying in hunger?
Where are your cries
When they are dying
From gun violence in schools?
Where are your cries
When they are murdered
At the hands of thinly veiled protectors
For existing while being black?
Where are your cries
When one billion children worldwide
Live in poverty?
Where are your cries
For those whose cries
Are continuously unheard?
This is the fallacy of your choice
You choose not to hear the cries
Of poverty or those broken by it
“Whoso stoppeth his ears
at the cry of the poor,
he also shall cry himself,
but shall not be heard.”
This is the fallacy of your choice
Inasmuch as you choose to stand
With the oppressors of women and men
Ignoring the stains of their sin
“Who will stand up for me
against the workers of iniquity?”
This is the fallacy of your choice
While you stand against one
Yet you seek to cover a multitude
You think the Lord doesn’t know
“Hast thou seen
what the ancients
of the house of Israel
do in the dark,
every man in the chambers
of his imagery?
for they say,
The LORD seeth us not”
This is the fallacy of your choice
While you seek to govern
What is not yours to govern
“Because the carnal mind
is enmity against God:
for it is not subject
to the law of God,
neither indeed can be”
This is the fallacy of your choice
© Ron Simpson Jr.
May 3, 2022
