I Had to Dig

Through squinted eyes and gritted teeth, a hermit priest once said to me

Some words now seared in my conscience

He said, kid, it ain't so clear to me who is on the winning team

Or if there is a winner, we may never know for sure

I'm Catholic, right, but don't know why my people think they'll reconcile

The whole of humankind within our borders

Cause we all just grew out of the earth, tried out sounds, formed some words

Clumped up into cultures, made some art, and went to war

And now out there are a million tribes who never heard the words of Christ

Do you think that when they die they'll just simmer