LOCUS OF CONTROL
My mother and I stepped over trash
MMMMM on a sidewalk, and she taught me
MMMMM to judge the litterers.
My father taught me
MMMMM to pick it up: the glee of superiority.
My priest and our youth group
MMMMM stepped around a drunk face down
MMMMM on a sidewalk, and he taught us
MMMMM selective ministry.
My government and my peace group
MMMMM debated the war and then
MMMMM how to leave, what is our
MMMMM duty,
MMMMM who is it
MMMMM who has the moral authority to take
MMMMM responsibility
MMMMM for the mess we have made.
Who do we think we are?
