From Jerusalem To Jericho

Luke 10:25-37

Are we the priest, passing by

on the other side of the road

or are we the Levite, passing by

on the other side of the road

or are we the Samaritan,

stopping to help and heal

do we see our neighbor among the victims,

do we feel

love for the beaten,

the robbed,

the tired,

the hungry,

the poor?

Or are we with the mob

paying for the war

and locking every door

and shouting ‘do not trespass’

as we throw stones

from our glass houses

do we break the silence

or are we just church mice

humanity’s lice,

biting our tongues

as the world is doused in gasoline

are we with

our neighbor,

or are we with

the machine

ignoring the unseen,

the dead and the dying

we’re lying to ourselves

if we think our hands are clean

at least the priest and Levite

didn’t beat and steal from the man

but us?

we take the other side of the road

and wash the blood off our hands

because Uncle Sam demands

that we not only ignore our neighbors

but we kill them too

so the red, white, and blue

won’t get any of my bread

until every last one

of my neighbors is fed

and every last sword

is turned to a plowshare

until every last passerby

does more than stare

as the bodies pile up

along the side of the road

from Jerusalem to Jericho.





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I live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean in the Hawaiian Kingdom which is currently illegally occupied by the American government. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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