She’s rent in blood, this land of ours
Her birth a splitting
As we each arrive to touch bare skin to soil
The salt of our blood and the salt of our tears kissing the hollows of her open spaces.
We’re rent in blood, these souls of ours
Our lives a spinning
As God welcomes and we spit in her eye
The righteousness and disdain we proclaim as our holy right to defile sacred faces.
They’re rent in blood, those words of theirs
Their proclamations a splintering
As they refuse to speak for Truth and freedom
The destruction of living light to continue creating their dark and twisted places.
He’s rent in blood, the hurt of him
His life a sputtering
As the pain morphs into something uncontainable
The narrative of violence and hypocrisy in the name of “rights” his deed erases.
She’s rent in blood, this country of ours
Her story a spilling
As grief becomes the learned behavior
The scared and silenced voices of her people the greedy circle of power embraces.
You’re rent in blood, that body of yours
Your existence a spearing
As the fire spreads far beyond your boundaries
The lost souls cry into the void your silence creates and the wild inferno outraces.
We’re rent in blood.