I have brought my ride
To the crossroads
And now I stand in the teeming rain
And am confounded
The crossroads
Simple the choice is...
One road leads in
Two out
But hard the choice is
Not for me
Not for many
But for our nation
One road leads out
Another also
But roads have ends
And there they differ
Whither? I ask
Whither shall we go?
I would choose one way
But if the people say no?
The way I would choose
Is not the one our leaders seek
They seek more blood
While I seek none
And most of us
Seek no more blood
For every drop we spill
Cuts us and bleeds us as well
Eye for eye
Tooth for tooth
Drop for drop
And we are blind, toothless, and bloodless
So, as the rain falls
And we are soaked completely
Can we shed a tear
For those who die?
My coat sheds water now
Soaked as it is
But that is naught
Compared to my tears
Less, even, compared to the tears
Of all who have lost
Sons
Daughters
Husbands
Wives
Americans
Iraqis
All children of the Living God
I ask
Can even Jesus forgive what they've done?
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