Monday, October 29, 2018

Inktober #19: Scorched (October 19th, 2018)

Scorched

what i remember most about election 2016,
in which my fellow country men elected
a showboat assassin, is that i had won my argument
that evangelical christian were hypocrites,
not every single person inside the organization
but every single one that changed stances
to promote hatred I'd seen seething in their hearts.
day one it's a dismissal of someone who
did not follow the rules, day two it's a refusal
of popular culture, art, that might say anything
beyond texts of  bible, day three it is
a neo-testament proclaiming fiction of boy
wizards and psychic pocket monsters are
a threat to fabrics of faith, day four its saving
fetus' but starving children that don't carry
crosses round their necks, day five its choosing
between broadcasting to strangers or feeding
your neighbors, day six its abandoning
supposed friends to let them linger out in
that big bad world where syringes full of
poison can more easily find the way to their veins,
and day seven its watching the world weary
suffer while you praise satan sitting inside
his blood soaked white house but spew it out
of your lips as in god's almighty name.  I recall
2016 when my biggest concern for hypocrisy
in my previous church-home had hit home run
across fields and moral bankrupcty was finally
achieved.   ruined for good ones, faith followers
who wanted to leave a better world for children
not a repetition of history in hopes of an
eventual apocalypse.   congratulations! i renounce
your institution, evangelical liars, i hope pentocost
finds you and casts you into pits of shit, and those
that you despised who never hurt a fly get to huddle
round your lord and savior while you bask
too late in the hell you were always primed for.

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