Gershon Wolf Poet Couplet

Super Sunday

A fiery glow envelops those assembled
    A revival meeting, uncannily resembled 

  The vast amphitheater packed to the gills
    Worshipers revel in vulgar thrills

  Once the festivities are underway
    The skies blacken to an evil gray

  Viewed: Prurient pleas for salvation
    Heard:  Satanic shouts, incantations

  As knights of darkness and light take the field
    To beer, blood and lust all inhibitions yield

  America, in the throes of gluttonous shame
     ~ forgets that 'Super Sunday' is just a football game

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Kim Rodrigues February 13, 2023 at 8:42 AM And the incident with the Bills and Bengals were a reminder of what is really important. God draws our eyes upward.

John Lawless February 13, 2023 at 5:17 AM Let he or she who is without chicken wings and dip throw the first scone....

Shirley Hawkins February 12, 2023 at 7:49 PM Sacred Sunday is fading away. When boys and girls go out to play. Excellent verse, sad state of affairs. Gershon. Oy Vey! Gershon Wolf February 13, 2023 at 7:00 PM Oy Vey is what I say too, Shirley.