Another Sunday service is almost complete

He fidgets, hard pews make uncomfortable seats

At the pulpit the priest is waving his arms

Bleating platitudes and righteous alarms

The sermon today; “Thou shalt not kill”

But he’s bored, not listening, he’s had his fill.

To the tired dirge of a closing prayer

Behind closed eyes, empty oaths he swears.

It’s nearly done, he’s sung the hymns

A shriving confession has forgiven his sins

He opens his eyes and shuffles about,

Anxious to appear pious and devout

All put right for another week

Of sinning to do and forgiveness to seek

 

Monday, he’s back, fomenting sanctions and war

Plotting death, spreading misery blood and gore

Oblivious to all the horror and trouble

And innocent victims he buries in rubble.

Neck deep in inhuman and evil abuses

He hides behind  falsehoods, lies and excuses

“Thou shalt not kill” drowned in  malignant will

But we reap what we sow stacking up on our bill.

Murder and mayhem, devoid of contrition

Cements his damnation and looming  perdition.

He believes perverted faith  justifies and empowers him

While a spiritless evil corrodes and devours him.