To My Generation

To my Generation,

You have witnessed a fire burning

Since you were young in this nation.

You have seen your rights upturned,

An injustice of dark creation.

You saw much of this world

Before you could change it.

Disease unfurled and Democracy curled

Disdain in Her stony lip

For traitors storming up the steps

To wrest justice from Her mighty grip.

And yet you love a country

Whose beauty you have not seen.

You are capable of care

When all is back to where it’s been.

My Fellows, do not watch this fire burn.

Grow not complacent or defeatist

In its injudicious turn.

Learn to love in your resist

Though your liberties’ been spurn’d.

Let none despise your youth

And live by unabiding Truth.

To My Fellow Christians

To my fellow Christians,

You are sheep upon a hill

Strayed from Shepherd, you have sinned

And claimed a wolf ye would kill.

You take this land for Israel

Fought and won for His design.

Thou forgets that Israel

Towards earthly kings inclined.

That rich and blessèd nation

Named for struggle ‘gainst divination;

Yes, in America an Israel

Cursed with kings for its duration.