Flesh and Principalities

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


Flesh and Principalities

 

Pilate is doomed to clean his rifle forever-

The walls will not forget these nights.

 

If you decided to brave the waters

of sanctioned terror,

be sure to wear your Christ;

should you decided to share your scraps

of hard-won Gospel,

sharpen your sword against the bars.

 

Our hearts are forced to cry out

for the rocks that bury you.

We cannot hid in the folds

of our Thanksgiving dinners,

The building fund will not spare you

one ounce of punishment-

If it would mean your freedom,

we can live without the carpeting.

 

And you who would keep our brothers

far from their families,

I would not get so comfortable-

The God I choose to serve has been

moved to righteous anger.

 

You will not treat His children like cattle.

 

(Author's personal note to those

who find comfort in repression:

 

While you were so busy filling

your filthy holes with saints,

I did a little work on your geography-

 

all your misguided roads now lead to Damascus.)


 


Submitted: February 05, 2021

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