Fatherless and Faithless

who is the He? to whom do i point?
for this weathered shell eroding
by existing hate and war
wades through Untruths so lovingly force-fed
though pretty little deceits they were
wrapped in promise and tied with a bow
they bound together these hands with false hope but
God forbid i should divorce
Don't you dare let go.

Who is at fault? To whom do i point?
these clasps spit their fiery accuse
peel apart like the moonlit legs of a virgin
Ugly Man so full of fancy and perfectly perched
above heads wonder-filled and wide-eyed gazes of Nothing
to a vacant sky
He basks so fantastic -- and
fantastic it is-- atop cotton clouds
of glory not fit.
I  made a friend named Knowledge.

This i know, poor you are as all the rest
for destitute in vision must be
the cause of this walking contradiction
Oh Heavens!
With this absent mind I was blessed
too often slips of your almighty-ness.
But can you still love me if
I love your enemy?

A place where corruption
always wins and children call war-zone home,
heads bow in habit, sick in their silence
They bow to the Black Man who smiled and cooed
ill in His humor and sick in His glorious ways
when He assembled a body so supple and delicate
and In all His love and righteousness
twisted and screwed this heavy head of horror


You’re not because I say you’re not.