Headlines
scream and voices fly
Like sling and stone
The hate they wield,
a sharpened knife, it cuts the hole
They twist the truth,
they spread the fear to hide the lie
When the world feels dark and the path unclear,
you realize
Child, this may be the time to
close your eyes
Imagination banned for all
the books you've read
They misdirect with trigger
words and bullet breath
The news reports a broken
song of rights denied
They build their walls around
your heart in crooked lines
Child, this may be the time to
close your eyes
The preachers rage, the pundits sneer,
a war of words
They twist religion, make it hate,
they lock the doors
Their moral high ground planted flags,
their martyrs' cries
They judge and scorn and fail
to see the rainbow skies
Child, this may be the time to close
your eyes
But listen softly for the sound,
the burning fuse
Igniting painters, activists,
prophets bringing news
Of families, stories,
hearts and minds opening wide
The hopes of all the painted
bruises realized
Of all
God's children's thriving lives,
may this be the day
Of husbands, husbands, wives,
and wives, may this be the day.
When beauty's beauty and love is love,
may this be the day.
Thank
God you're safe and you're enough,
may this be the day.
When all the faceless hear their names,
let this be the night
When all the shapeless rest in frames,
let this be the night
When all the tears are wiped away,
let this be the night
When all true justice falls like rain
Let this be the night, oh child
This may be the time
Open up your eyes
Open up your eyes
Open up your eyes
Open up your eyes
you