Abominations and aberrations
caught and suspended in a web of words;
accusations pointing skyward
from a Being pointing downward:
translations of Love translated by hate.
Precisely printed in black text
(words, language, meaning)
all created by man,
fallible man…
Sitting listening to words
inked out of agendas
of archaic manners,
chewing the scriptures:
regurgitating into mouths of youth,
filled with particles of prejudice!
Food for thought?
Hate?
Misunderstanding?
Fear?
Self-recognition?

Forcing love down a throat
is like forcing water into concrete.
Concrete cannot swallow water;
human cannot limit Love.
Men, women, children, brothers, sisters, friends
hang lifeless from the ropes of these lies,
lies taught as truths,
truths which are intolerances!

Their corpses are vases holding crusted flowers.
Their Spring could never be;
scripture’s winter killed with its irresponsible powers.