Sonnet #93

I call on churches to redefine the family unit

We must not stoically embrace possessions of history

Where men ruled their household like kings of a factory

And obedience could be enforced by rule of state

Where people who are different cannot be safe

There is no safety. Where order works if everyone

Happens to be a kind and generous person

There is no order. Too many evacuees made waif

Too many runaways and castaways off the main

Stems of society, looking to build their own peace

Don't look away from their call to retain

The good of this world against the police

That tell them there is no place to live, to hide

For anyone trying to build their own tribe