Tension of Identity Equality.

by: Guest

This constant tension nags me,
Of justice left undone;
In the hearts and minds of our fathers,
And now in ours as well, their sons.

How can it be justified?
My hot showers and queen size bed.
To drop some money on stuff for me
All to fall asleep well fed.

Can you tell me how I should reconcile
Living in my world of inequality?
Where millions die in a genocide,
While the West spends millions to express their "identity".

Some people say we are desensitized
To seeing dying people on TV, again and again
But the results are usually the same, we hang our heads and sigh:
"Oh, that's so very bad for them."

We got our megachurches, we got our ministries,
And we give Jesus our proverbial gold, frankenscence and myrrh.
But didn't you hear the news on your shiny plasma tv?!
Jesus is dying of starvation in Darfur.

There is a constant tension nagging me.
A certain voice to be exact.
Like a fleeting whisper spoken years before.
Encouraging me to buy for free what I lack:

"Sell everything you have
and give to the poor,
and you will have treasure in heaven.
Then come, follow me."

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