What Harm Is There In A Thorn?

What Harm Is There In A Thorn? long poem

Photo by Dave Hogg

Racism is a poisoned thorn that is imbedded in the heart of America.
At first glance, it appears the thorn is merely a sliver
creating a small amount of—discomfort
but not really a wound worth considering
after all,
it will eventually work itself out…
However, the reality is that this thorn is a tiny lethal spear,
riddled with poison, has continued to burrow herself
deep inside the flesh of a great country,
“Land of the free?”
Racism is unnoticed to those whom have become accustomed to
the toxic doses—administered over a lifetime.
This poison is so lethal that it’s leached into generations
of those who would consider themselves
God fearing, upright, and pure
—all while the demon “Hate” allows her venom
to cast schizophrenic allusions of superiority
and therefore presumes that “Not All Lives Matter”.
Decades of ignoring the—thorn has caused an infection,
an infection that has led to the destruction of many innocent
and planted evil into the hearts who came into this world innocent.
Rivers of blood,
Oceans of tears,
Smoke and metal,
Flesh and bone sprayed against the earth
and who is afraid of whom?
Hatred does not know Mercy. Hatred does not know Love.
Hatred does not value Life. Hatred does not know or serve Justice.
Hatred does not know God!
Unlike this great nation, the demon “Hate” is unbiased.
She takes delight in becoming one with hearts of any who welcome the bite of her thorn.
She cares not for our quibbling over skin, sexuality, culture or individual differences.
Instead she gorges herself like a tick and spills the blood of those who dare to
“CRY OUT” in agony…
all while, those who are intimate with her are smiling in pews, baking pies, and
whispering her hymns behind closed doors…with those they cherish…

If a man say, I love God,
and hateth his brother,
he is a “liar”
for he that loveth not his brother whom he hath seen,
how can he love God whom he hath not seen?
1 John 4:20

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