Am I My Brothers Keeper
AM I MY BROTHER’S KEEPER
if the one issue is murder,
murder’s number one,
let’s ignore “the truth”
“put on this blindfold
listen to my soothing words.
i’m your mama.
no, i’m not pulling your leg.
don’t look at the man behind the curtain
nor the puppeteer.
ignore the split; pretend
it’s a banana split, all pretty.
put a bow on it.
don’t worry; you don’t need to look.”
look the other way.
traffic’s coming;
but it’s not you who gets “hit”
mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, in-laws
missing from the family line.
who cares for those lumped
into a heap of parts;
parts for sale
sell the koolaid
in all its l-o-v-e-l-y hues —
choose is the flavor of the day
obey the almighty parade
of fame and fortune
the “sacrifices” don’t even warrant
a burial plot
1/24/2021
Then the Lord said to Cain, Where is your brother Abel?”
“I don’t know,” he replied. “Am I my brother’s keeper?”
The LORD SAID, “What have you done? LISTEN!
Your brother’s blood cries out to me from the ground.”
Genesis 4:9-10 NIV
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2021
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