I wrote this poem over an injustice committed against my family that has caused outrageous suffering.
Curt voices of prosperity
Shriek and shrill,
Intentions forsaking still,
The sound of the Psalter,
The conch shell of divinity.
Irrationality masked
As your brand of Christianity
Is the new reality.
Consequentialism
Shrinks the heart
But causes the mind to swell
Like tumultuous stirring
Deep within,
No words can tell.
Brigand Christians bellow
From their figureheaded bow,
“Full steam ahead!”
Their brothers and sisters—
A means-to-an-end—
Fitted like seamless sardines
In the ship’s cargo hold.
To religion they’re sold
Forced to row
But choose to suffer well.
Silence in suffering
Endures the deepest hell.
The Albatross
Shot out of the crow’s nest falls.
Across the swabbed decks of impunity,
Pride goes before a fall.
Your pirate promises,
Forgetting their injury,
Waltz off the plank of pedagogy.
The Holy Spirit grieved
At your forked-tongue
The night before
You “called an audible,”
Changing your script
To please the collective,
Instead of the individual.
Faith over fear
Takes the words of Christ, seriously.
To save the one
Out of the ninety-nine,
He speaks plainly,
Not mysteriously.
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