No Sense

How do we make sense of things that lack it

When necks on streets meet grief and panic

As screens and screams devour the hour

That death once more provoked anger

If a white world is preached then let every blood stain

Beat the bleach

That comes for it

And let graves cry out like Abel

As another family eats with an empty space at their table

Please believe that innocent blood spilled does still hurt the heart

I've seen kingdom that professes manifold wisdom

And breaks open the dull with a display of radiant colour

The One who speaks it can speak in the native tongue of every mother

Whose child is now cold and grey, and for what reason?

If it's said that we're cut from the same cloth

When loss cuts like dross the cloth doesn't quite cut it

When the embalming robes now flow over cover

Remember

Our heart was formed by hands that know shapes unchained by race

But we've strayed too far and are no closer to perfection

If we've seen a chance for Love and embraced rejection

We are all flesh and blood

And we've all had enough

So

Let blood come claim what it paid for

As it wasn't in white flesh that it saved all

Be open to the possibility

That there is no need to see the sense in senseless deeds

And there's no field to fight in for what can't be seen

But where flesh and blood have failed

There's a spirit that sees and intercedes

With groans too deep for language