By Lawrence “Mack in Texas” Hall (Rated PG)
Let us not point to the blood in the street
As if the murder were somebody else’s fault
As if the narrative belonged on a screen
As if we can be healed with a channel change
Let us instead look within our fatal selves
With every resentment validating the Fall of Man
With every snub murdering Abel again
With every lie sentencing Christ to death
Let us not point to the blood in the street:
We are all Pontius Pilate, washing our hands
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