Ye knowest as boundless;
Thy dismay bleedest
Through the cracks in thy rusty and shackled armor
ye refuest to discard.
Thy time hast passed, yet ghostly ye cling, forlorn and lost.
Worn buckles fumbled shut,
Old steel boots mauled onto fungied feet,
Thou preparest thy latest onslaught.
Thou hast trodden into our minds for many a decade
Thy hatred for all;
Harvesting fear and frenzy, seeding anger to fester and explode.
In droves thy recruits swarm behind thee.
Proudly bannered in the American flag.
They slogan forth, fangs dripping Patriotism,
Death to terrorists,
Death to Muslims,
Death to the Other,
Death to all
that lights this wondrous world,
Death to it all
But your dictums.
Though thy faith leadest to the valley of death,
Though thy faith leadest to the Killing Fields,
Though thy faith
thou into befouled alleys,
Heaped in thy stinking deceipt,
Beset by bigotry, envy, grisly greed, lust, and dreadful deeds
that most surely will end in contrition,
Ye travelest it leaning on blind dogma—eschewest reason
and wonder not to justify the vile means nor the ends for that
which you seek.
Doest thou not thinkest of thy God thou invokest so facilely?
Doest thou truly believest thy God adorest thy offerings:
Did Christ not enjoin thy vows of love?
Methinks thou hast lost thy way,
To gather at the birthing of thine own making,
Yet not of the foretold nor desired Second Coming.
Thou hast abandoned thine children
Foresworn thy duteous caretaking,
Forgotten the words of thy Savior,
The meaning of
to woefully follow the
—a Pied Piper—
A Traitor Made in Thine Image,
A most private
Thou Designed for Thee.