I see you people as a test from God,
whichever features this vast God might boast,
to see if I can earn my spot in heaven
or once again, samsara on burnt toast.
I’ve begged you for a moment of humanity,
I’ve begged you till I can’t beg anymore,
and all you’ve done is throttle me with silence
and poke a threatening letter through my door
while wondrous happiness dangles by a thread.
Turn the other cheek, our prophet taught us,
but all these shots you’ve fired from the border,
these peace-pipe shards you’ve trampled in the mud,
these spears you’ve hurled to rip my heart to shreds,
are brazen invites to a bloody murder.
