as children…

as children

sweet lord
in
heaven
i just want
to
thank you
for
freeing women
from
being the possession
of
men
and
advancing them
to
being
wards
of
the state
states
that
have determined
that
women
can’t think
so
must be kept
pregnant
and
barefoot
in
the kitchen
rather
than
in this world
where
a
man
can’t
get
promoted
because
some woman
has
his job
oh some poor souls
might
view this
as institutionalized slavery
but
slavery’s been
outlawed
right

 

 

finding your faith…

finding your faith...

and when
your
dead
ancestor
doesn’t answer
your prayers
who
will you find
to
guide your faith
will you
accept each
agnostic word
heard
from
the pulpit
tho
dissonant
with
what you
know
to be true
or
will you search
the
internet
for
a new gospel
one
that feeds
into
your lust
and
desires
or
makes you
superior
to
another
proving
that god
is
only on
your side
and
thus
the divine
will willingly
accept
the assassination
of
your foes
by
your hand
a convenient theme
used
throughout history
so
why shouldn’t
you
use it
for
there’s nothing
that
can’t be justified
with
proper
editing
or
interpretation
of
god’s words
anyway
you’ve always thought
there
should be
a rewrite
effectively
substantiating
what
you believe
should
have
been written
in
the first place

 

 

ciudad santuario…

sassy little city
ain’t listening
to
nobody
dressing
as
she pleases
got
million of hearts
so
never misses
a beat
dares
to speak
in
tongues
without
any damn
divine inspiration
or
apology
to
xenophobic zealots
that
refuse
rights
to others
in
their stolen land
so she
lifts up her skirt
to give
the oppressed
someplace
to
hid
never revealing
where
or
how
they arrived
she merely
smiles
and
walks away
then
pulls
the curtain
of
night
leaving
the fools
sitting alone
in
the dark

 

clear-cutting…

how is it
that
lives
can be held
in
such disdain
by
believers
of
this
or
that god
believers who
can
without
remorse
remove
the breaths
of
souls
from
a place
their
god
has created
then
toss their remains
in
a mass grave
and
feel
sanctified
with
the taste
of
blood
in the cup
of
their existence

praise be to….

like the aftertaste
of warm vomit
their words
of hate
rot
in their minds
as they kill
the innocent
in the name
of
a most merciful god
with weapons
honed
from the bones
of the most holy saints
they
are the heretics
of old
reborn in the fires
of hell
wrapped
in medieval beliefs
minds
as empty
of reason
as the sea
is deep
pathetic leeches
on the face
of humanity

back to the ussr…

aunt bea said
i sure miss
those communists
i mean
they were
evil enough
to pull us together
and
smart enough
to leave us alone
but
these
religious zealots
ain’t got nothing
but
afterlife rewards
on their mind
so they’re
eager
to get there
at
any
cost