Emile Pinet Poet Sonnet

My Pet Peeve

Faith's morphed into a Sunday catharsis
for people feigning the worship of God.
Mimicking genuine faith, they fake it,
lock children in cages, and then applaud.

You either accept Jesus or not, but
don't build walls that condemn the poor to die.
And claiming to believe in Christian love,
snatch babies from mother’s arms; facts don't lie.

Such hypocrisy hurts my heart and soul,
for I can't abide by their two-faced ways.
Part-time Christians are a pet peeve of mine, 
flaunting their faith for an hour on Sundays.

God judges us by the love in our heart,
and He's not someone you try to outsmart.


(Sonnet)


06,14,2019

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Connie Marcum Wong July 3, 2019 at 11:55 PM I agree Emile. Usually the ones that preach the loudest are the ones who judge the quickest. Children should never have to suffer the atrocities of being behind bars. Period! I'm glad to see this poem receive a first place win my friend! Congratulations on your deserving honor! : ) xxoo Emile Pinet July 4, 2019 at 8:27 AM Thanks Connie, we share the same moral compass my friend, Emile.