Pepper Spraying God
I like to think there are a few gentle gems still left
amidst all the clanging slag
beauty and shine amidst the blue
of suffering and selfishness. The anti-divine
my-my, how we're fond of comparing:
fashion
gods
skin tones
collections of things
so willing to kill each other for
oil
cocoa leaves
political differences
pink meat...
Until we evolve, it's better to separate than kill one another.
Just the other day, a man was stoned to death for being gay.
Another, beaten, a few breaths shy of death for wearing a MAGA hat.
Devils sashay bloody streets-eating innocents-pepper spraying God.
Time to separate and pray-that blaze gives way to more gentle embers.
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