Cup of God Tea
Good old-fashioned wisdom is dead
It's been devoured by mental reflex
lack of impulse control and hate
tongues are no longer instruments
of intellect and understanding
but are being used as sledgehammers
of ignorance -crushing differences of opinion
no more handshakes or healthy debates
only busted knuckles and AK-47s-
Only a holy man can pull us from
the sphincter of ourselves
but I see none that fit the bill
only charlatans...
those with satin throats
and granite hearts
bathing in collection plates
suckling the teat of mayhem.
Holy man, if you do exist, the time is now
to do something miraculous
leave no doubt in our minds
of your existence.
Come to us in a universal vision; an effigy in a cup of tea would be alright with me.
Let us have a glimpse of the timelessness of hope and heaven.
Holy man, please come forward,
strike down these many devils.
Spare the good people.
They are beyond desperate and weep in solitude.
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