Where is the true church ?

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where is the true church ;

in the gutter

homeless, penniless,

unwashed, unwanted, unloved,

one careless owner, sold

at home, a safe haven,

battered, abused, burned

and broken,

Christian love has spoken

in the long dead dried up

p*****s of the sex slave trade

under age and obligation

"you owe me money for transit,

 transport,

 here's your zero hours

contract and bowl

of dog food,

in the ruptured virgin a******s

of young boy scouts

shamed and hanged

into silence

in the casual, unexpected,

(always there)

random violence of a...

...knife in the guts/slash/slash

in all the myriad loves

and horrors of war

strangers killing strangers/

abomination/ killing strangers

for the sake of

f**k all

in suicide bombers, 

dreaming of different gods

and virgin chattel

and madmen loaded

amphetamine shotguns

their dead and dying 

class mates wishing they were

home schooled

tearing up the corridors

insanity sound

in the cancer of

our children

and storms raging,

destroying, drowning

and a vengeful fire

burning this hallowed land

in disease and corruption

Malaria

politics

where is the true church ?

in my blood soaked

peripheral vision.

where the f**k

are you now ?

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

"Where is the True Church?" You know gram, I ask myself the same question, but not with the rawness that comes straight from the gut as it does with you. I lost my religion, I have my reasons. You probably have more reason than me. However when I look around and see the suffering of some and the hypocrisy of others who claim the moral high ground, I prefer to stay clear of it. I find myself spiritual, I don't have to go to church to know what is good or bad or who deserves help. It's a spontaneous feeling. Your lines are gut wrenching. We live in times where money is everything and people don't seem to matter anymore. There is good and bad everywhere.

Chris

Chris

[gram linski]

does that mean you like it then lol, always appreciate your great reviews, mostly bad it seems, my blood boils at the inadequacy of man and the complete disregard for humanity that is the norm,

[Chris Shaw]

Ha ha, yes I like your poetry :)) I hate the lack of compassion that is prevalent nowadays. I find it sad and it is so different from when I was a kid and everyone looked after their friends, neighbours and relatives.

[Beccy]

It's in the back pocket of the takers, where its always been.

We are an innately wicked species and your listing of our sins should make us hang our heads in shame.

Guilty M'Lud, though all I did was look the other way as I drove to the supermarket.

Beccy.

[gram linski]

lol, and those that did nothing were guiltiest of all, thanks for reading and enjoying, Beccy, hope that car is in gear,

[Beccy]

I only drive automatics. :))

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Another anger filled piece which begs a question many ask themselves unless so brainwashed by 'men' of cloth all the colour has drained away. This is a question we need to ask but personally I would never deride those who NEED to believe to survive all the mayhem and atrocities and societal sins. Unless they try to force such 'faith' upon others.

[gram linski]

never force your faith on others, John, that's called sexual harassment these days

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ah everything seems to have that 'nom de plume' including breathing on a lass in a public place (public NOT pubic ya dirty rat!)

[gram linski]

I would rather breathe on a lass's pubic place, dude you are doing it the wrong way round,

[Eilis]

I just typed out a really long comment but then didn’t like myself very much after reading. Deleted.

This poem leaves me with that sense of numbness I imagine those characters in 80’s movies had when they had to watch all of the worst deeds of humanity rifle by them at a blinding pace and lose all illusions in about thirty seconds flat.

Not to say I’m ignorant to any of what you’ve included. It’s just not always easy to digest all the ugliness all at once.

Sometimes people have said to me (believers have said to me) that it is not our duty to help refugees, and that in fact it is God’s will for Syria to be destroyed. I don’t sit silent and listen, but it is near impossible to change these people’s minds. This is just one example. The weakness of human thinking never ceases to shock me. The callousness and cruelty floor me anew each time.

For me the hope lies in the fact that I can act and believe counter to that falsity, and do whatever the hell I can to be something like the idea of love one another. It’s very simple, but we just keep screwing it up.

Jarring poem, Gram. Just about like waking up to a firing squad at the foot of my bed.

[gram linski]

one last puff of cancer mind before the blindfold falls,

[John the Baptist]

It's a question I have wanted to put to Jerry Falwell.

[gram linski]

please feel free to forward this poem to Mr God, himself, thanks for reading, John,