By Divine Command

 
By divine command we’ve been told to take this land
And it doesn’t matter who is already there
Because a greater power has told us that it is ours
It’s a directive that sounds right and fair…

And yet something weighs heavy on my conscience
To see that many innocent people dying on the streets
Seeing families being forced out from their homes
Women and children searching for something to eat

Like the homeless man who comes by the neighborhood
Digging through the trash in the rain and mist
Being pushed out by the cops because he doesn’t belong
All the while the destitute are just trying to exist

Or like those who resist because they seek justice
As police fight with the students who are out to protest
Risking life and limb while their rights are being left behind
Speaking on behalf of those whose voices are suppressed

And the voice of the voiceless weighs on the conscience
When innocent lives are taken in near and distant lands
Then it becomes a question of morals and humanity
Trying to understand the hand of this divine command