May 31, Blood Sacrifice
We’ve made an idol of the gun
And offer it blood sacrifice,
Just like our forebears once had done,
Still children pay the bloody price.
Our idols now are made of steel
With killer angels made of lead.
We sacrifice, then church bells peal
And we lay new sod o’er the dead.
Now crosses stand where children stood,
Their futures gone, their voices stilled.
The thirst for blood, the cross of wood,
The belly of the beast, not filled.
No special day is set aside,
Blood sacrifice, no special times.
Infanticide and homicide
Are tolerated, daily crimes.
The priesthood and the acolytes
Of our gun idols chant their lies.
If they stand for preserving rights,
Then what about the child who dies?
We know that our ancestors thought
Their gods of stone brought crops and rain.
Good will of gods had to be bought
With sacrifices, blood, and pain.
What do our gods of steel give us
For forty thousand lives a year?
Security? That’s dubious.
They mostly grant blood, death, and fear.
We gave up old idolatry,
When Moses smashed the Golden Calf.
The gun, as god, brings misery.
It’s time to write its epitaph.