If
you could, would you reach out, and let loose
the
suffocating noose? Open your eyes,
to
the free sea of salty tears they’ve sold
belied?
I’ve taut this neck, burning, seduced
by
abuse. Who will save us from the lies
of
prudence they’ve swayed? Rich within con’s gold.
And
the spittle, it poured as they bare sign,
raged
at creation, which falls by design.
Sacrifice,
not suffice, daughters and sons,
wanted for slaughter, seized, to feed their feast;.
endless
supper, there’s no washing of feet.
Treasonous
non-anonymous hearts, spun
to
extreme; nuns stand at the pulpit, priests
preaching
for leaches, as the birds just tweet.
Lend
us your hungry, your weak, and your poor,
while we tell them, "We can’t give anymore!"
© 2011 T.G. Hopkins III
Orate -
"Judas Under God"