It Matters Not

It matters not who threw the first stone

Only that the stone was thrown,

And that the bruises stand ripe

Upon the skin of those whose fathers

Held the rake while those whose fathers

Held the whip are clean.

It matters not when one proclaims

That all lives matter, are sacred, have equal claim,

When those vocal few move to shut

The voices down of those who cannot move

Above their station and live in fear

Of having sons when those who swear

To protect the innocent kill those who

Raise their hands in peace.

It matters not when children grow

And dress in clothes that do not show

What the doctor promised years ago.

When children hold the razor on skin

And cut their flesh to feel whole and pure,

To hide the agony that rages within

While their family hides behind closed doors.

It matters not what language is heard

When those who to a country come

Escaping war, famine, disease, guns.

With open arms they should be greeted

Instead of leered at, jeered at, hated.

Those who have should give, not hoard

While behind their computer screens

They cry of invasion by threats unseen.

“Our jobs!” “Our land!” “Our Church!”

Are not true threats upon a person

But upon the comfort they feel they deserve.

It matters not that one feels safe

When those who ask for help do not.

It matters not.