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Religion and Politics

I’m not ready to vilify my opponents
This is an incantation I want to hear
Until the end of time.
Rudeness is hunched in a god-filled land
Making stories of names of
Colors and stones,
Continuously crucifying hope
Over and over again,
On the lowlands of high roads,
We compassionately remove ourselves from the daily cross
And place shadows in a tomb behind a corking stone -
Absolutely shattering, infinitely sorrowful.
Looking out from the light, our only name is fear.
So, forgive us father of rock, fish and sky
This solitary scratchy crowded nest
Appears to be home.

        Rollo Nye