Jesus Wept Poem by Richard Randolph

They insist every fetus is a child,
but they don't mind putting immigrant children in cages along the border for a while.
Or separating them from the parents, they're criminals after all.
If the poor are unhappy, they can't understand why.
'Why can't they be more like us? ' they ask with a sigh.
'If they don't have insurance, who's fault is that?
We can't take care of everyone, it's as simple as that.
I'm afraid of all these poor people, ' I hear them say.
'They're dirty and vile. Can't someone make them go away?
I know what we'll do: let's build a great wall,
but then who'll do the dishes and our lawns, after all?
It's so complicated, I can't think, but at least I can pray:
‘Please dear lord, make these poor people go away! '
This is America, after all, where everyone's white,
let's send in ICE to kill the people we don't like.
If Christ were on earth, I know what he say,
more guns, more killing, it's the only way.