Thursday, 4 January 2018

Splinter

A poem from 2017


Choose your ism
Stand back to back
Walk ten paces
Turn
And fire

Call your friends
Organise a hunt
Which witch will be your target?
Rabid and drooling
The innocent and guilty mown down together
A bloody mess

Cry for want of coherence
A common purpose
Disease of nations
Suppress freedom
Rule upon rule
A fairy tale ending?

One Lord - we tear Him into pieces and make Him fight for our cause, 
subjected to our narrow imaginations
One faith - splintered into factions, agreeing on the major things, 
split asunder by the trivial
One baptism - wash us clean, bury us in death, let us live as resurrected
One God and Father of all - forgive us

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