New Moon

 

“He made the moon for the seasons;
The sun knows the place of its setting.”  (Psalm 104:19)

 

Lock-downs with COVID,

Masked people are livid,

With fear and broke,

Seems a giant woke.

 

Floyd now Brooks,

Another donnybrook,

With no school or job,

Some join a seething mob.

 

Youth rush up streets,

Like out-of-control fleets,

No captains in charge,

The hooligans wildly  surge.

 

Started with peaceful protests,

Now turns ugly with arrests,

Cops and looters,

Guns and sabers.

 

The obscure hand extols,

With signs and clever symbols,

Change movements overtaken,

With hidden agendas undertaken.

 

Races shout and start marches,

Antifa anarchy over-arches,

Screaming and overturning,

Violence and looting unsparing.

 

Burning and destruction,

Owners beyond frustration,

Rebuild or move on,

Stand shrines to arson.

 

A changing social culture,

Hovering like a hungry vulture,

The legacy of the US past,

Overruled with little facts.

 

Some had a dream,

Shattered they scream,

Start of a revolutionary summer,

We need to be an over-comer.

 

There is no perfect union,

Stop the needless destruction,

Protect all lives and serve,

Freedom is what we deserve.

 

Defend not defund,

Clear the battleground,

Don’t be sick and mean,

Try to praise and say Amen.

 

At the dawn of the day,

And the end of the workday,

The sun sets and the moon appears,

Pray for a day with no more tears.