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Do you really think
Do you really think
this is what I want?
Do you really think
I need you to kill in my name?
Or rape in my name?
Or steal in my name?
You change your religion when it suits you
As you hang it in a closet like some worn coat.
Oh, I see you spinning your prayer wheels,
As if that would please me.
Or throwing your hands in the air and spouting
Amens of marble white
like so many Greek statues.
Did it ever occur to you that rocks have no feelings?
No
I suppose it didn’t because you’re nothing but dusty
Bags of water. I see those of you
calling yourself a title,
but acting like the void between the planets.
Still, I see those of you not
calling yourself a title.
Heaping hot coals on heads of no conscience.
One tear from me would flood the earth.
I am close to crying.
this is what I want?
Do you really think
I need you to kill in my name?
Or rape in my name?
Or steal in my name?
You change your religion when it suits you
As you hang it in a closet like some worn coat.
Oh, I see you spinning your prayer wheels,
As if that would please me.
Or throwing your hands in the air and spouting
Amens of marble white
like so many Greek statues.
Did it ever occur to you that rocks have no feelings?
No
I suppose it didn’t because you’re nothing but dusty
Bags of water. I see those of you
calling yourself a title,
but acting like the void between the planets.
Still, I see those of you not
calling yourself a title.
Heaping hot coals on heads of no conscience.
One tear from me would flood the earth.
I am close to crying.
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