The heretics who walk in the day,
Hiding behind a mask smiling,
With an evil face knowing,
Of what is yet to come.
We are all rats in a maze,
Looking for a way out.
We cannot make out any sense,
Of these ideas they have.
This strange phenomenon is a curse.
The Earth swallows up the Moon.
No light, no truth, no reality,
As if in a dream where we all hostages,
At their mercy thinking they,
Will hide the light from our eyes.
But the moon is our guide,
Which has been ripped from our existence.
We pray to the gods for intervention,
Then the moon hears our prayers,
That there is an inner war,
Between the earth and moon.
Angels begin to emerge giving,
Light over evil once again.
What brings you here?
LOVE. HATE. FEAR
of life - death
or the interim?
Do you wish to pray?
Together
Six feet apart
What sign of peace will we offer?
A condescendingly humble glare?
A wink and a nod?
A get a load of this snicker?
Shall we rejoice
in the blessings of
-the passing pestilence
-the rising tide of violence
- in the name of peace?
Shall we dine
On the body and blood
Of a forgotten savior
Twist his words
around a crooked cross
point at the sinners
shun the homeless
doubt the efficacy of his truth
LEAVE HERE -- NOW
Speak not of what was said
Rather. -----reflect
ON and IN
......your heart
As it hardens against
.........LOVE
John G. Lawless
6/7/2020
The new millenia has delivered a genesis
of global corporate government,
a religion of salvation through submission to the State,
politicians as priest, as pest,
collection plates around every corner,
confession rooms in community centers, communion with false currency,
tax code as Bible, Commander in Chief as Christ,
the man or woman arousing their neighbor's suspicion that private property
is being stealthily seized,
that sovereignty is not just for nations but for individuals,
vigilantes of enlightenment engaged in martyrdom to be their own,
not strawman accounts,
contending to keep their wages, defending "Due Process" with dignity,
these frontiersmen of freedom pouncing on the pall
of political sorcery,
being met with scorn & scoff
not by officers and officials
but from the bellows of fellows -
J.A.B.