Ashes to forehead
Hand to the fire
Mold your own morals
Whatever's required
Pray to your God
Know that he'll hear
Hate all the others
The ones that you fear
Enter the church
Wearing your sin
Sit near the preacher
Welcomes you in
Spit out old hatreds
Blue, white, and red
They offer love
You shoot them dead.
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Words Count with MZ,
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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
11 comments:
Utterly heartbreaking and a clear depiction of how things should never be.
And for that you are forgiven.. why hatred can be so strong I cannot understand. It should be about you not hue.
Powerful — and I wish I didn't know how sadly true.
Oh, yes. So powerfully stated.
I can only echo what everyone else has already said - incredibly powerful.
WOW!! Very fine, very relevant. How ever did you do that? Yes, we're on the same wave length, but I bow to you.
this is like that wave at the beach that laps at your feet, lulling, and then yanks them out from beneath you. powerful, indeed ~
yes, the way it went down. imagine how elated their creator is with them when their last actions in this world were welcoming ones
Ugh...you capture the symbolic nature of this vile act, as well as the physical. Some moments are icons which remain culturally embedded, and do a far different work than the little slug in this case intended. Sharp and biting, LM.
Powerful. Hate always destroys. Amazing piece you've written
so timely, so powerfully written
much love...
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