The Do Who Weight
Blessed is he who is not offended
As the final sentence is carried out
Off with his head, hope is dead
The throng is left...tethered to doubt
The Savior is buried ' in still stone
The children, duped, alone
Was there ever a "god" on the throne
Images build as shadows dart
Darkness thickens like tar
It matters, no longer, about good
We must adjust to the way things are
...
In the void, connections become weighed
With the do that was done
The who that supposedly won
As the City of Lights, barred and gated
...against what
Family that won't come
Written by Trudy Schrader on 10-26-2022
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