How shall we give thanks?
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Jesus weeps for Muhammad’s children
sacrificed on an altar consecrated to ego.

Mohammad’s Priests teach of hate
for David’s children whose blood
adorns their robes of praise.

Jewish Clerics building Gaza temples
buying guns
preparing the way for the new messiah.

Those calling upon the son of a Jew,
crucified in the name of purity,
sanctified in the blood of the martyrs.

Bombs falling on Fallujah,
empty seats at the dinner table,
graves dug in haste
purchased
with
money
for the poor.

Kiev’s
political
harvest
is wanting,
democratic fronts
in Ramallah
prepares children
to give thanks
with grief.
Promises
made in
CôTE D'IVOIR
distorted by diamonds,
de beers
selling
tomorrow’s
dreams.

Children of hope
taught to
plant seeds
of destruction,
despair sown
on the winds
of tomorrow.

Unless change
brings
a new harvest,
tomorrow’s
thanks
will be
of blood.

Allah
does not
sleep,
Jehovah
does not
forget,
Jesus
will not
be an accomplice
to our
collective insanity,
banality
offered
as a
sacrifice
of praise.

God attends no church,
temple,
or synagogue

religion,
for amateurs,
does not
come
with
divine
guarantees.

Our prayers,
not in words
but in actions,
produce the seeds
for the harvest
to come.
Bombs or books,
fields of graves or fields of dreams,
tilted reflections against the tide of tomorrow –
how shall we give thanks?