White Man

God knew better
Than to send the Messiah
Through your vas deferens.

In the belly of Madonna
The Savior grew strong
Without your help.

She was a better teacher,
Who never taught him
To speak with his fists.

Instead, he loved those
You paid to have sex with you
Before you stoned them.

He took nothing from them,
So they washed his feet
With perfume and with tears.

How their hearts must have ached
To see him in the Temple
Wrestling you.

How they must have known
The bruises he would carry
Defending them.

How they must have cried
As they prepared his body
For the grave.

White man, step aside.
White man, open your hands.
White man, put down your sticks and stones.

The Savior returns
Again and again
In every act of love.

The Resurrection continues
Day after day
In every act of kindness and of grace.

Christ has returned
As a thief in the night,
Without your noticing,

Imprisoned with the oppressed,
Suffering with orphans and with widows,
Building his kingdom quietly,

Without your help.