Brotherhood Rent

Brotherhood Rent
By Arley Steinhour 031215

In Nineteen hundred and Sixty five,
Salt and Pepper comprised the crowd,
We marched with a very special drive,
To make our silence speak out, loud.

Now Two Thousand and fifteen,
No flags, no Salt, few left,
A Wall of Pepper, a different sheen,
The atmosphere of one bereft.

The hymn, we sang, to overcome,
To even out our great way of life,
At last we'd gained on equality of one,
The pathway paved with much less strife.

Today, we're back to 'before we began,'
It seems the gap is getting much wider,
Soon, I fear, it will be too wide to span,
Like a feast of sipping, sour cider.

We need to turn our hearts around,
To regain the guidance of 'Narrow Path,'
Or our Sinful ways can only compound,
Inviting God's Vengeance, and His Wrath.

AMEN