Copla Treinta Y Nueve This Bad Guy World
COPLA TREINTA Y NUEVE: This Bad Guy World
In cauldrons of faith gods fester
Legions of bigots follow blind:
Some sane more mad
In between shades of good better
And the best taint all of a kind:
Motley mass mud
Between the gods and the mad mass
Lodge those bound by rituals rites:
Usurp gods’ edicts
Priests who love to massage the mass
Arrogating heavenly rights:
God’s politics
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2014
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