168: Cain and Abel
Last week
a boy who was
old enough to carry a gun
and child enough to shoot it
was found innocent.
As the gavel fell
God ask
“Cain, where is your brother?”
The court did not answer.
And last week
I watched a mass of bodies
waving flags
and stirring up fear
weave through the city like a snake.
I had to google their symbols.
Google said it was the proud boys,
descendents of Cain.
So Next week
we’ll sit down together
to pass sweet potatoes and gravy boats
but a chair will be empty
because Abel has gone missing,
his blood cries out from the ground.
Last week
God asked
“Cain, where is your brother?”
and this nation still hasn’t answered.
I don’t want to be thankful
without remembering that.
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