The gospel of peace is what was preached
but into his pants, for a gun, he reached.
You thought you were safe inside hallowed walls
but no matter where you go, hate slithers and crawls.
Hate does not listen to sermons and hymns.
You cannot fight from whence hate stems.
It is learned and it is carried forth
to the east, the west, the south and the north.
You try to escape from the hatred of terrorists
just as you’ve run from the slavers and the rapists.
You sought out their god to take away your pain.
And you trusted in their god, but your trust was in vain.
Now, we are weeping for the trust they displayed
in a white youth who was racist as well as depraved.
A mother, a sister, a daughter, a husband; all are dead
and here are the buckets for the tears, we will shed.
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