The Backlight of Equality

On the day of the Lord the human shall fear, A terrifying god whom will Christians duly Peer, The dead shall live again - the Christian tear, A monopolising Christianity that cannot hear. With, or without, all people are flatly, truly loved, Without malice or tub, to jingle coyly ungloved, Whatever the decade, decision, rubbed, tugged, A transcendental god shall ring these beloved. Talking clouds blown by earth’s graphic might, Pose for the distant, scathed by a distinct light: Enemies rise n’ fall as if tugging the dark night, Offsetting the juggernaut of the ready birthrite. A thought for people, bound, wet in eye-glare, Principles, claims and chains won’t be the fare; Nothing will work except behaviour and blare, To suggest an ascent coloured by another wear. All people are of inherent and fully equal worth, God dies again for the decliner’s identity of birth, Inside - not as proactive, with his mobile hearth, A blacklist deceives those fleeing their childbirth. Dominique Webb