The Red River Flood

So quietly Moses murdered their sons
By bringing a plague protected by blood.
Now those same ones, the enemy's kin
Are a dying mother and her unborn child
Stuck in checkpoint traffic, being searched
For bombs or IEDs by paranoid men
Protecting their land.

What was covered in stone is now
Covered in dust and the river of blood
Is no longer the Nile.
Slowly it spread underneath the
Boughs and onto the banks of the
Mississippi and the Liffey to be
Quenched by those who'd rather be alone.

Now rabid men push fire in the streets
And throw their homes for some
Covenantal cause they read in a book.
Freedom, for now, is the right to be dead
Or the right to be loud, but not to be heard.
So stand on the banks and the acres of blood
And pray to a God who's too scared to look.