dont cry for me, Jesus, <br />it should be me crying for you. <br />when those that invoke your name, <br />do so on the field of battle; <br />in the name of prejudice and hatreds, <br />from well insulated rooms, <br />padded against the cries <br />of the needy and hungry. <br />in the name of a 'holiness' <br />that forgets the sacredness of life. <br />in the name of a justice <br />that sees colors and wealth and privilege. <br /> <br />dont cry for me, Jesus, <br />for they would leave you <br />on that old cross, <br />and invoke your name like magic <br />to absolve well planned sins. <br />dont cry for me, Jesus... <br />cry for those too deaf to hear, <br />too blind to see, <br />too callous to feel... <br />and okay, maybe a couple tears <br />for me!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dont-cry-for-me-jesus/
