Woe unto me, for I am a person of unclean
and I live among a people
of unclean guns.
We keep listening
to the weeping of parents –
today they weep in Santa Barbara,
but we do not comprehend.
We keep watching YouTubes of violence
but we do not understand,
and we do not turn to gun control
and begin to be healed.
We do not hear the rushing of wings
only a bullet passing a girl’s face.
Our minds are dulled
by self-interest, political expedience,
and the unholy belief
that the fire won’t touch our lips.
How long, O God?
Until the movie theatres and classrooms,
the places of worship, community centers,
and the streets are laid waste …
until guns have made this country
Until we hear, “Whom shall I send …
who will go for us?”
and many, many, many say –
“Here I am; send me.”