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
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2019
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