Culture, Musings.., Poetry, Spiritual health, Writing

Lost

 

Come up here with me to this high place

Look down

What do you see?

Sadness bitterness mistrust spite

Blind leading the blind

Masses of people

Lost suspicious faithless waiting

And they don’t know what they are waiting for

Rushing busy stressed panic

Time flies by

But they stay on the merry-go-round

Debt poverty hunger sickness

Yet they vote

Pay taxes prop everything up

They rally and support puppets

A conveyor belt of assholes

Fame seeking parasites whose soul belongs

To the highest bidder

War manipulation abuse control

Yet they flock

Bless my child Father

And then take your pleasure

Kill in Gods name

Don’t matter which God

Just claim it’s the true God

They hold bank accounts

Of untold riches

Mainly collected from poor parishioners

Who can’t heat themselves through winter

Prop up the church keep the faith

But walk past the man who holds out his hand

Just a glimpse of the world today

And this is why

I’m coming your way

©paully

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