To Etch Our Luck Into Stone

We’re really lucky, 

aren’t we? so lucky in fact 

that we just can’t see 

how privileged we are, as if

we got here without a car

as if we got here

of our own accord, as if

we’re blessed by the lord 

as if our cars not fueled by 

the tears cried by the oppressed

as if we’re not dressed 

in sweaty clothes, as if the 

wind has always blown our way 

and today’s our lucky day 

as it’s always been 

because Christian God himself 

prefers straight white men

and used his pen way back when 

to etch our luck into stone

and give us stones to 

kill everyone we oppose 

and to forgive us 

when our luck makes their blood flow 

into our rivers of dreams

and to forgive us 

when the earth screams out ENOUGH, 

and to keep blessing 

us with more and more and more 

and more and more and more stuff.

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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