Feeding Meat to Babies
Dear Father,
They called at our door,
Bibles in hand, proffering dreams
of a Promised Land,
where lion and lamb will lie with your children,
where no-one will die
and Spirit fulfils them; a time when angels
will dry every tear, and humankind
will no longer fear.
But when you asked how
this would come to pass,
and listened with bated breath to the answers,
they neglected to mention global disaster,
vengeful Creator, burdensome Master,
for whom you must slaughter original thought,
and be taught from the altar --
of ignorance.
I forgive you, for you know not what you do.
Your son.
Dodgy poetry
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