Don’t be misaligned,
don’t let your faith be defined
by lines drawn in shifting sand.
Don’t fall prey to hate
Let us not piggyback on politics
and legislated ethics.
Let go of perceived needs,
Who is your King?
To Whom do you submit?
Who holds your soul, after all?
Render unto Caesar so you can
turn the other cheek.
Freedom is not in the holding on.
Who is your king?
That calf in gold,
the one of your own making?
Where is your trust?
Those paper and ink abstract notions
re-named and re-claimed by any man,
consumable when put to the flame?
We put our trust in borders of wire
and wall and water and imaginary lines.
Are you willing to relinquish your citizenship, your membership,
you rights and rightness?
Revoke your borders?
Abandon your status?
I have called you to be a people without country,
No other name.
Deny my father.
Refuse my name,
And I’ll be newly baptized.