Faced with the truth I sighed,

A nation is lost in rhetoric.

Words now are turning lethal

While everyone’s focus is small.

I stood alone outside in the cold,

My imagination lost in despair.

I could wonder out loud if I wish,

Though little would it matter.

A machine is gripping our lives,

A mechanical harbinger breathes

Life into an ugliness, our evil.

It’s all I can do not to scream.

Our world’s civil unrest is alive.

Such a wish for Grace is plead,

May we rise in His arms in peace.