they were right
there are faint voices
whispering
bidding to be heard
but fear rebukes them
for the busy souls of us
who have no time
to listen
we dress our pains so prettily
with polite smiles
and polite gestures
of acceptance
acquiescence
for ostracization
is but another
stake
in our hearts
of misunderstanding
all we vied for
and thus will ultimately
die for
is but a sweet meaningful embrace
a loving ingratiation
and appreciation
for who we are
within
inside
where we hide
and thus call our inner child
and the anguish of this child
is ever vigilant
diligent in it’s seeking
for absolution
a reparation of the ages
that neither priests
nor sages
really quite acknowledged
nor wished to speak on
teach on
preach on
for it negated their need
amongst the common people
they built steeples
with loud bells
so that you could find them
upon the calling
the ringing
of the bell
your bell
our bell
makes no difference
for their was Dogma
to preach about
teach about
and tell
over and over again
to us parishioners
until
we believed exactly
what they wished for
bring your offerings
to the Altar
and let us alter you
neuter you
spiritually
all checks and cash and credit cards
accepted
without exception
the grand deception
Pulpits and Pews
and Thrones
for the King of the people
and Altars too
made in China
maybe Taiwan
or Malaysia
Korea
or the good ole USA
with imported woods
should you think
it was not exotic enough
for your Custom Designed God
but don’t forget your check books
and before you leave the house
check looks
in the mirror
for there is a standard
to maintain here
now on with the Sermon of the Week
there once was a guy named Herman
who the people believed a Vermin
cause he did not remit
nor submit to the shit
that we were so damned determined
to believe
cause we needed to believe
just to make it through the day
cause those damn voices
were whispering again
that we had lost our way
a long time ago
and didn’t you know
they were right
they were right
© 29 June 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.
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