Where is your exemption, America?

Where is your exemption, O America,
You claim from the judgment of the Almighty?
God did not let his children, Israel
Escape her judgment of her idolatry.

With what special favor do you seek
Some exception from the Laws of the Divine?
No “City on a Hill’ is absolved
By mere assertion from its holy obligation.

Your storages overflow with useless goods;
The hungry stand in lines at your food banks.
You pray, “God bless America”
While you curse those who are without.

Your bunkers creak at the overflow
Of missiles, bombs and riflery.
Yet shelves beg for a can of soup
While you sit in deluded safety.

Where is your exemption, O America?
If the Almighty judges the chosen;
Justice demands judgment on the land
of the free and the home of the brave.

© 2011 Ronald Friesen