Grant Them Ears Poem by Quame Boatmann

Here we stand at the gathering
We, the sons of your kingdom
Praying you to eat the fruits of our lips
With our hearts hardened to the world
And our lips trembling to speak
Yet our voices tire

And our mouths full of the spirit’s sword
Girded to herald them to the world
Whose heart has no room for the truth
Since it’s already occupied by lies

Grant them ears, oh king, grant them ears
Majority carry the vote, they think
And the tradition of men contradicts your words
Making the truth speakers children of lies
And the liars, children of truth
Professing what they know not
Aghast by our truth, making us a mockery

If we’re lost, they don’t even exist
So we stand, pleading your favor on them
And when they get ears,
They’ll enter your kingdom