Blinding Light Poem by Alfred Barna

How can one so jealously invoke
Protections denied to others within the same breath
How can one so righteously bespoke
Yet judge that some others deserved of death
To claim that any land is given by God
For we are the chosen one upon this earth
Yet, all others, must be dealt with cold and hard
For they were not so fortunate at their birth
Did not others before you claim of a master race?
And corralled people into squalor and burdensome camps
Yet still stand before God to look upon you face
As you done so onto others, now that you yourselves are champs
In your hearts you proclaim Palestine, Palestine you shall be mine
Damnation to all who shall not accept this scepter and drink of this wine

Did not slave masters make themselves motives ulterior?
Amongst the Negro solemnly picking his fields
That is was his burden, because he was inferior
He must toil endlessly; give way, and to share yet his yields
Oh of any conscience that remains that we need so sorely
Injustices cannot be smoothed over seamlessly in this strife
If truly you are God’s chosen people, He has chosen poorly
You cannot forever destroy free will with force of arms in this life
We are all God’s chosen, for in our lives we must make a choice
That to stand with the Creator, or to follow the teachings of liars
Everyone must stand and attest to his actions in the Last Day in his own voice
I must humbly stand like everyone facing salvation or fires
It will matter not, whether I was Muslim, Christian, Jew, Black or White
For those things shall not save me from His blinding Light