Before the Arc
Expect another year of disparity
We’re slaves to government charity
Leaders treat you like you don’t matter
Elitist ears weary of chatter
It’s not like it’s an election year
They’ll inflate people with greed and fear
In a race to separate ethnicities
They encourage destruction of our cities
Reading a script, pretend to hold committee
“I’d like to help but my fingers are sticky.”
We shouldn’t expect to understand their cause
They will make baseless mandates, calling them laws
Friend, you’re conditions, they may worsen externally
I don’t mean to worry you, hurting internally
There is some urgency, in a moment I may leave
I believe in Jesus who I’d like you to receive
My savior offers peace within on this broken earth
Need a restart? Jesus offers spiritual rebirth
It will get worse
But it can get so much better
You’re not heavy
Cuz you’re my brother, my sister, my mother
Copyright © 2021 by Matt Antis. Originally published in Poet’s Guild’s Poem-A-Day on January 5, 2021, by Ink Jot Kingdom.
Painting ‘The Blessed Hope’ posted with permission by Nathan Greene.
Background Music via Epidemic Sound
Artist: Damma Beatz
Track: Marked Up
