My Psalm 10

Oh Defender of the Innocent,

 

Frankly, you seem distant these days--
When thugs use officials,
and officials become thugs--
Either getting a government pass
Or passing themselves as government.
They boast a compassion that is really lust,
recycling justifications,
forging corruption as a concern,
wreaking havoc, searching, seizing
under their own warrant.
Skilled in their own system
of gotcha.
Truth is mangled into a form of ill-will
by which they threaten
thinking that for now they are
their own judges.

 

Arise Lord,
Don’t forget the vulnerable,
Whose unschooled family is not present,
Who have no Father, no savvy coach—let alone a lawyer.
For them, Oh Lord,
Break over-reaching arms.
Bury the wicked in their autocracy. 

 

The Lord is King.
It’s the nation-states that will perish.
For you, God, feel the longing of the afflicted.
You encourage, listen and are deeply
present
In order that man,
Who is of the earth,
may terrify no more.