Blessed are the Swordsmen

Blessed are the fear-mongers who saw evil in everything fun
Blessed are the fun-makers who showed us how evil is done

Blessed are the reported-on with their retweeted moral outrage
Blessed are the reporters who sacrificed truth for being first on page

Blessed are the faithful who sought confirmation in grief
Blessed are the faithless who couldn’t believe their belief

Blessed are the homeowners paying a bigger than usual price
Blessed are their bankers who got bailed and profited twice

Blessed are the friendships that were shallower than desert loam
Blessed are the strangers who opened their arms and homes

Blessed are the wanderers who seek a place of their own
Blessed are those with their own places and yet bear them like stone

Blessed are the stone-faced who hide each pain they grieve
Blessed are the romantics who pin their hearts on their sleeve

Blessed are the artists wielding brushes as sword
Blessed are the swordsmen whose pens strike a mightier chord

Blessed is the last year as close to gloom it could get
This next year is also blessed for it’ll be a doozy yet