As Sons of Abraham

 As Sons of Abraham

I watch them march away,
in a single solitary line
They had so much to say
But no one took the time.

Some were vastly wounded
while the others had the means to mend
Some were spiritually executed
for their refusal to mix and blend.

Control is what they are after
Those claiming to be shepherds to the sheep
Sowing seeds of disaster
As the tares devour wheat.

Where are the checks and balance?
Where is the growth and life?
How many have gone due to circumstances
That could have easily not lead to strife.

When all it would have taken was discussion
When all that one needed was an ear
Now the community is rendering destruction
and not one of the founders would come near.

There are those along the way that saw this,
And they tried to scream out a word
yet they were dismissed as young and selfish
and nothing they said was heard.

So I look at the bones of my church
and I let out a serious lament

As one of the latest to be hurt
I remember what we used to represent.