Somewhere, a mother folds her hands
asking for peace within the lands
as she slips in her vote for war,
says Jesus died for all of us
just not the kids next door
They lack the empathy they pray others have when it comes to them
preach mercy in the abstract, but won’t spare a single limb
Kindness is a foreign tongue
a language, left to rot
as they trade humanity for riches
and teach our children not
The planes are painted with prayers now
they claim He walks besides the soldiers, a ghost of holy hands
as they learn to pull the trigger without trembling where they stand
If Virgin Mary knocked today, fist upon your door,
a child, terrified, belly round with shame
Would you offer her your warmth? A coat? Perhaps a place to stay? Or would you double-lock the door as you hide your children’s face
Would you treat her with respect, or sneer and label her a whore?
Jesus fed the hungry, washed the feet of beggars,
held the dying, broke His bones
Now you cheer as fences rise
as love is thrown away
as teenage boys with rifles stand where kindness once would lay
They speak of Christ in reverence
then spits on those he’d feed
preach love while buying bullets
all so they’re not the ones to bleed
If Jesus came crawling back today
the way you believe he will
skin the shade you fear,
would you bow your head in silence,
or step over him in shame?
Author’s Note:
I’ve always believed in the idea that everybody is human, nobody is worth more or less than anybody else. I personally believe in Jesus and try to live the way the bible tells me to, but I’d be lying if it said it didn’t hurt my heart to see people claiming they’re a follower of him and then treat people like their disposable. So I wrote this poem heavily inspired by the phrase WWJD.
Evelyn Arellano | 13 | Canton, USA | @whos_evelyn_anyways on TikTok
