Crown him the king of perversion!
Crown her the queen of the garbage heap!
Take a lubrication leap into filth and decay,
Orgies knee deep in sexual foreplay,
Conscience asleep to a darkening gray.
Observing, I weep, not knowing what to say or pray.
It is the day of shock value art, all tart, tasty titillation,
Evaporation of substance to craving more pleasure, shallow satisfaction.
What is beauty?
What is kindness?
Is it in the arms of a one-night lover or in the patience of an enduring marriage vow?
Does it sparkle in memory of broken relationship or in the hope of a child’s innocent brow?
Does the feeling last when the night has passed to a waking morn,
Body used, heart torn, forlorn in emotional pain?
Is it as good as its claim?
Is your anger a plea to a people hardened to their creed,
Spurning love for judgment as an answer to human need?
The heart of God bleeds with compassion for the judge and the judged,
Clinging to a bitter grudge
Bred in incestuous, regulation fed, stiff and stale, spiritual bloodshed sludge.
Smudged and stained crowns pass from stiff fathers to bruised sons,
Abused daughters from mothers trapped in loveless husbands’ shun,
Twisted tongue to pen is all we know.
But hope grows, even in polluted waters frustrated throes.
Resurrection has purposed its course for your habitation,
Recreation of pen to tongue reverberation,
Dedication of conscience to searching soul illumination,
Elimination of sexual slime selfish stagnation,
Penetration into credible faith realization,
Coronation of queens and kings called to prophetic oration.
Redemption cries desperation for a generation
Filled with creative explosion power to awaken,
Arise, end lies, soar the skies open eyes of a nation mesmerized,
Hypnotized, galvanized, entrenched in the stench of disunity, discord, and confusion.
Will we pierce the illusion to relational reality?
Break the seclusion of heart longings for fulfillment, purpose, destiny, direction?
Choice lurks in a peculiar people’s path.
Voices breathing forgiving love or spewing violent wrath?
Claiming autonomy and self-rule or submission to a foolish trust rebirth?
A planted seed could change the earth.
What are you and your crown worth?
