You, oh men of religion
are a leaning wall
a tottering fence
not hearing because of unbelieving
and not seeing because you’re damned
by your mouths full of pleasant words
and iron hands
loading cold throats to the brim
with words and actions, forced past
the caverns of your mouths
to return, ragged outward
proving that you are
a product of construction
of tangled, straggling afterthoughts
of a God that should bear
our full attention
full devotion
and not just be another add-on.
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