I wrote this poem after weeks of going to work seeing crosses near the curb.  It inspired me to reflect on various issues.

Crosses on the Hillside

Stains upon the soil

Scorches on the fertile fields,

Scares dissect the trees,

Toxins merge the waters,

Administrative apathies

Crosses in the Graveyard

Stains upon the rock

Homeless crowd the sidewalks,

Famished stand in lines,

Neglected cringe in corners,

 Welfare rules apply

Crosses on the Roadside

Stains upon the soul

Cruelty to animals,

Inhumanity to man,

Abhorrence begets injustice,

War to genocide,

We fight for our existence—

Our self-mass suicide

God sends down his thunderous wrath

amidst anger and the shame,

Angels weep in tears of sorrow,

Form torrential rains

How can we survive in such a graceless age?

Our lack of moral virtues—

Spreading of the stains

Dispassion stirs the mortar,

Ignorance sets the stone,

Crosses that we forge—

Become crosses of our own

Through penance and redemption

we try to clean the slate,

All the stains have remained,

For the judgment—

We wait.

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