Speaking In Tongues

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
How much faith do we put in politicians? How much faith in religion, money, love, the words of a stranger?

Submitted: November 24, 2018

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Speaking In Tongues

 

He said he'd had a vision

And I believed him,

For he spoke in tongues.

He said he'd heard the word

And I believed him,

For he spoke in tongues.

And the crowd that gathered,

Like ark-bound refugees,

Fell upon his trail of crumbs

As if they had been freed

Of the shackles and chains

In which,

By birth or grace or destiny,

They lived each day.

 

He said he would feed us

And I believed him,

For he spoke in tongues.

He said he would make water wine

And I believed him,

For he spoke in tongues.

And the crowd that gathered

Cupped their hands with open mouths

And waited for the reign to fall,

So that they could be free of all the

Liars and the thieves

And pelt with stones those who fell

To see if they would bleed.

 

He said he was our saviour

And we believed him,

For he spoke in tongues.

He said he was a leader of men

And we believed him,

For he spoke in tongues.

And the crowd that gathered

Raised their hands and hailed his name,

Bore him through the streets and narrow ways,

Then dashed him to the ground,

Pelted him with stones,

When they found

That he had spoken in tongues.


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