guilty without due process…

having been
sent
to bed
early
for their
mischievous behaviors
the two brothers
were unable
to
sleep
the oldest
spoke solemnly
saying
of
all
the devilish
tortures
devised by man
to
punish children
there is only one
that
we must
worry about tonight
oh we’ve
suffered all week with school
so
this day
should have been
our reprieve
but instead
we’re stuck in bed
and
must face
the cruelest torment
of
them all
sunday school
with
sister jones
the elder
who will
without doubt
use our slingshotting
of
her cats
as the center piece
of
her lesson
on
sin

lightning…

the gods’ angry tears
shed for all humanity
a transformation
human sins into displays
of divine sad displeasure

alibi birth…

night forgives no sins
nor does it bless unborn days
but conceives deceit 
a cloak to wear tomorrow
to hid a dark soul’s true face

of cardinal sins…

wanting to believe
is the greatest of all sins
for truth’s avoided

 

 

hissy fit….

oh my lord
what a barge
of bombastic words
child
i ain’t never heard
anything like it
laying out
the sins
of
others
on the altar
of
shame
before god
and
everybody
not
one
eardrum
was spared
now
it may have been
for their own good
cause
there was
the asking for forgiveness
but
i thought
it was just 
a closing prayer

 

 

wrapped in a martyr’s flag…

using the sins of others
to conceal their own sins
history’s atrocities
committed against their fathers
are now their adopted ways

 

 

persnickety…

sermons
always contained
just
enough
sideline sunday sin
to
engender
a level of guilt
that
fosters
donations
proportionate
to
perceived public perception
of
sins committed
offenders
carefully monitor
smiles
smirks
and
direct scours
of
other parishioners
to
assess
the level of discernment
by
said
members
to
the number of sins
previously
thought
to be
undisclosed
following
this post sermon survey
as
the collection t plate
canvasses the congregation
the magnitude of
the visible
repentance offering
is
adjusted
and
humbly given
but
with
flare

the rock…

sitting atop
a small hill
the rock
became entangled
in sagebrush
barely visible
like
a lost soul
in an uncaring world
the only
solution
was to
clear away
the clutter
cutting away
old vines
like
washing away
past sins
so
it could
see
again

while you’re at it…

if bad thoughts are sins
punished to the same degree
no need to dabble

go on down…

copyright cwmartin 2012

go on down
to jordan
go wading
in the water
wade away
your sins
wash them
so clean
that heaven’s gates
will open
just for you
when
that
sweet chariot
comes swinging low
low enough
to trouble
the water
now
don’t you
go getting concerned
cuz ‘
government folks
ain’t there
to see you rise
from the ashes
of life’s tribulation
they’re busy
busy
as usual
washing
the blood
of the poor
off their hands