Prayer

Throw me down a thunderbolt

from Your celestial abode

so that I may arouse

this sleeping earth into 

awaking. 

It has slept for too long,

stayed quiet for too long,

allowed injustice for too long.

Let me electrocute the silence

and turn it into an uproar, and

into fireworks

lit up by the screams of the sinners

and the fiery eyes of the victims.

Send help now for this purge,

and blessings to the brave,

and wine to the artists-

let the poetry never stop.

Even when the Gates of Hell

are opening (or closing)

and an Apocalypse looms over us

like the shadow of a merciless storm cloud-

bless me

so that I may still find 

a moment and a paper, and create,

and never hate.

Bless me, Father.