Haiku of failed privilege
A model vineyard.
Fertile, cleared of stones, wine-vat;
all ready to go.
Planted with choice vines,
the vintage is guaranteed!
But the grapes are wild.
What more, questions God,
could I have done for my vineyard?
I shall destroy it!
It shall be devoured,
broken down, trampled; given
over to the thorns.
An allegory!
The vineyard is Israel
and Judah’s people.
God looked for justice,
from his privileged people;
saw only bloodshed
Seeking righteousness,
God heard only anguished cries
from those cast aside.
We, who are priv'leged,
do we build justice, truth, hope;
are we serving love?
© Ken Rookes 2022
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