each brick made from water clay and flesh the flesh of old men raped women and generations of children whose lives are pressed into a mold of slavery and dried in fires of baronial greed and all the while well dressed pakistanis roll-up their prayer rugs so that they may sip morning tea while watching a sunrise of wealth
one will wonder if they actually believe in the holy texts!
then I think its same about all who howl about following religion blindly!
Succinctly stated. And sadly true.
into a mold
dried in fires
of baronial greed…. ugh… this made my heart ache…and you wonder how this happens again and again and how they can justify it…ugh… makes me angry… well penned charles
The thing about following a religion blindly only works if you know you are blind.
The wealth gap must turn around if we are to continue to have a civilization anyone cares to believe in.
great poem! but truly devestating! their blood is the mortor that cements the bricks of their mansions. another example of religion lost and perverted by the corrupted!! makes me sick!
Denial – such a dreadful plague.