The Journey
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The Journey
I take you places, here and there,
Some you do not want to go…to.
It is better than being from.
So I keep taking YOU…
The list is still long.
I want to take you to Auschwitz.
I want to walk you into the oven.
I want you to touch the walls,
then be surprised as the door closes.
Not slowly, but suddenly and completely.
The moment you realize, this is just to teach,
not real, but yet, the second before that…
the hesitation in your (atheist) soul,
the quiver in your inner being,
was …something altogether… breathless…desperate and painful.
I want to take you to Venezuela for a vacation.
I want to serve you dog and rat, so that you will be full and happy.
The people they are beautiful there, as we (they) paint everything in blood.
Having sold their freedom to parental government,
The price of the word, “free” by definition, needs to be explained…
further.
We will stop at “All” the best places. I want to take you there.
I want to show you that none of this is real…
It has such low appeal to anyone on their phone,
that it is missed on a business trip,
or forgotten out of time.
Then denied altogether,
out of the course of each day.
The lion’s den was full of death.
Daniel was there.
God was too.
He is here.
Amen.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2019
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