AMERICA, 1966, 2006
by Perry Thompson

they can't be wrong
who kill the children
so perfectly and without passion

it must be the will of God
disguised as human voice

more than men
who ask for altars on which the bright
hearts of our babies
lay smashed

they sing us hymns in our suffering
they give us metal

they say "stare at the sun and don't
fear burning,
you have eternity to sleep away the pain."

Copyright © 2007 - Perry Thompson
Published: 1/25/07   ·  Author's Page   ·  Next Poem