Unloved

Not even the blood of a million saints

Will make something that’s right, wrong

A thousand stars could fall

And still the moon would shine

They can threaten us

And scare us to death

But in the end the river always flows down

And they would be filled with guilt

And shame

Like a smudge of dirt

On a white shirt

A thousand dollar bills may be wasted

A million minds dived

And loving ones

Will be unloved

Unloved for their love

Unloved for their ways

Unloved by the saints

Unloved by their house

Unloved like a bug

Unloved for love

And what would be the cause of content

And dis-content

If loved ones could be loved

And loved ones could utter their love

And vows of joy to their home and saints