With Both Arms Lifted

In a criminal climate

when the will goes to bed,

but the factory chugs on...

...dispensing the bread...

I am in the backroom now,

here nursing my wounds,

also filing my talons

on the knives and the spoons...

I don't want this mad violence!...

All I want is my home,

and the peace that we've nurtured

will remain where it's sown.

I won't let them take over;

breaking plates over scalps...

Pray for light over darkness...

Call your love down to help.

Will you answer us Jesus?...

We need all of your powers...

Wave our spot-light to heaven

aching for you to see

that we're out on a limb for you,

with both hearts on our sleeves.

©

2/21/21

Bunny Villaire