Thursday, Jun. 16, 2005
Of a place of Worship
I mark my progress
By the building of a church
In the west,
My heart lies there
Amongst the bricks and framework
Of a place of worship.
I grow with it.
I mature as a roof materializes,
I love as the foundation is poured,
I experience, I live with the growth-
The development of a place of God.
Of a place of worship.
And today, there are brick columns.
It has a steeple and windows
However it is far from completion.
Today I saw a flag flying free
From the belfry tower
Of a place of worship.
And I hate it.
A flag in a church- how absurd!
How passe, how lowly can we get!
Church and state were meant to be seperate
And I hate the symbolism that is
Of a place of worship.
A flag is symbolic of all that I see.
Of love, of life, of liberty.
Of the pursuit of happiness?
A flag that is a symbol of your
Precious freedoms and pathetic lies
Of a place of worship.
America is dead.
All that I see is contradictory
And all that I know is lies.
I see no freedom, I see no choice!
Yet I am a hypocrite too, just like
Your place of worship.
I am just as American as everyone else.
I proudly indulge in that so-called American Dream!
I too dream of Freedom, of Fame, of Fortune
theparisian at 1:13 a.m.