The Bigot
indeed, he can be menacingly persuasive,
violently shaking the stone walls of the room
with maniacal screams about your impending doom;
and, he can be so soothingly reassuring
when he croons about the few who have been chosen
like him, destined before birth to be in heaven;
but though his professed faith appears as solid
and infrangible as iron, it is also iron cold, iron dead,
rusting away with bigotry swelling his head !
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2007
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