A Guitar Called God

Somewhere deep in hell

Lives a broadcast operator

With a guitar

He calls ‘God’

And every Sunday, for hours upon hours

From sunup to sundown

He plays a record for everyone

Titled ‘reckoning’ for all

the Democrats, Republicans

Black, White, Old, Young, Rich, Poor

In this abysmal place

So that they may hear

the Lingering, haunting tune

Signaling the finale

of their souls.

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