Sprayed Spittle and Sanctimony
I rale against this GOD
of pestilence and joyous pain.
This GOD of the sinners
unforgiving beggars and fear.
I shout into the vacuous vacancy
of empty souls - huddled in hope
pleading for the penetence
of an unobtainable peace.
I mock the preachers pulpitized phlegm
sprayed spittle and sanctimony
mesmerizing the melancholy
cajoling the sheep with wolf tales.
I believe in simple things
in butterfly translucent wings
in sermons preached by bullfrog dawns
in "crownless" kings and regal pawns
John G. Lawless
5/17/2020
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2020
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