Anthony Heykoop
A Poem
I’ve seen those from my own home I’ve grown under
Bow the knee to Molech, call it MAGA
Rather than their own children they sacrifice
The pro-right, not-quite-pro-life, Leviticus 20 verse 5
Threw alive to Molech’s fire Tamir Rice
That ghastly cam interaction lasted less than 2 seconds,
What happened? He fired twice
Morally haphazardous,
Before they had the law they crafted a golden calf
But we erect a smelted heifer, pregnant with prejudice,
Inverse Nebuchadnezzar
“The man on his knees is lesser,” you say,
“I’m oppressed by this silent aggressor!” Please.
Colin, the image of God, a scumbag? [Calling the image of God a scumbag]
Do you know what that is?
A latex sack of ejaculate; Dizzying
Your mental gymnastics,
Contrasting the fact
You curse those who love you, it’s backwards!
Matthew 5 says “Bless’ed”
But Luke 6 says “Woe” to those who are well fed
Do you suppose that God opposes your intentioned indifference
to your neighbor? Corinthians 12:26
Cut out with a razor.
When one part of the body hurts, impertinent craters are placed
Between race. Felt exposed in your Bible-belt
So you throw stones from the safety
Of your 8-state safe space; Wait-
I’ve a plank in my own eye, too
When I blank the face of my neighbor, ignore their stories on the news
I grew up in that place
partaking in sin manifested
within the walls of a First insert denomination here Church.
Our sins are not small specks,
Violently apathetic, neglected the
“Right Now Kingdom of God” in our own backyard
Soured homiletic effectively backed down from Romans 12:15
Saying, “Jesus is the answer,
“so my hands are tied”
We’re seen, as we scorn those who mourn.
Nero fiddled while Rome burned away,
But we did little more when Baltimore caught flame
than cast disapproving glances at communities in pain.
It’s 2018 and I’m 4 years too late
But it’s more than that if you consider my age.
I can’t blame it all on where and when I was raised
So in meekness I pray, blessed are those who mourn
Seeking his Kingdom, in Matthew 5:4
Come quickly, King Jesus, and forgive me.
Anthony Heykoop is a creative writer, photographer, mountain runner, and lifelong nomad. He got his B.A. in Global Studies from Oklahoma Wesleyan University and is currently a Master's student at Nazarbayev University in Astana, Kazakhstan. Some short poems and nomad photos can be found on his Instagram @Russ490