Here’s to the blackened doorsteps
the darkened hallways tainted with hate,
abandonment, and disdain for the ugly side.
It is the ugly side isn’t it, those with meth
pocks needle tracks let’s sing halleluiah
to Jesus who dared to duck out of town at the sight.
Let’s hear a halleluiah for the hanging trees,
rope burned necks of rape victims, the tainted whores
of Babylon. Give praise to God for the brown skinned
woman hiding in a forgotten alley near Damascus.
She is alone like graves in an isolated cemetery covered
by the poor man’s projects of war torn Detroit.
Drink up all of you without sin without shadows
in your souls glass houses each and every one.
No judgment day, no Armageddon, no exit, no excuse
egotistical harshness to your fellow crusaders will end
on that special day when vacuum meets air
wealth is not excluded from the jaws of Mother Earth.