God, Guns, Country

Walking ....

I rode, not drove
To a quiet place for peace
So elusive lately
Three miles around a lake
To think
To wonder why.

God made this day ....

Blue sky, warm sun and pine trees
Not a cloud in sight
No people either, just me
Mother Nature fooled the calendar
As She often does
In Georgia, in December.

God looks down ....

And sheds a tear for us
Guns everywhere to blame
But it cuts much deeper to our souls
It's a culture of violence
It's all we have ever known 

We must face our violent truth.

We hated the Brits ....

And a nation was formed
Born in violence and nothing has changed
We elect a conservative president
Who appoints conservative judges
Who love powerful guns
And children die.

We hate weed ....

And fill our jails with young, black men
We hate health care
And fail to see a moral imperative
Preachers hate queers
Preachers hate women
Do preachers hate God too? 

But We Love War ....

It's the worst kind of violence
We do it too often, too easily, too recklessly
We hate a bad guy
And destroy the lives of countless innocents
Why?
I didn't know then
And I don't know now.

Abraham, Martin and John ....

We wanted more land and killed the Indians
We wanted cheap labor and enslaved a people
We killed each other to right a wrong
We killed a great president
A great man of peaceful change
Another president and a brother
Listen to the music.

I Swear to God .... 

It's true 

People buy it for $3.99 on eBay

And put it on bumpers and windows 

Says GGC in bold print 

It's sick, it's us
I want to cry 
And the children die.