zachary d street:

On Matthew Shepard's Funeral

When Wyoming's Shepard fell to the wolves of hate
It seemed that Heaven's too was burned and beat.
For his sheep escaped to open Hell's tearless gate,
Parading painted signs of love's retreat.
They refused to bathe his broken bones in tears,
Instead they came with hate and holy lies.
An action not of faith, but one of fear,
Betraying their Savior with heartless hell-born cries.
How could his sheep be so cold and hard and terse?
Had they never read Romans five eight?
Had they never heard John's anthem verse?
How could they portray the God of love with hate?

Then I realize, with my hands upon their icy throats,
That I am not the one to discern sheep from goats.

Respond

Next

2003 © Zgroove Inc.