In the heat of a summer’s dream
to the sounds of the ceiling fan
I feel the need to simply scream
in response to the images again
From the young to the very old
serenades of lives lost do sing
faith digresses in weak or bold
to the lost or found, rise or ring
The taking of a soul in retribution
seeking honor from family or father
in a world of lifeless hated attrition
of religious right in piety they gather.
In a world lost in your pathetic greed
misguided faith takes yet another life
hide her face; seen, then disgraced
affront to the Son; stone your wife.
Murderous contempt bequeathed;
in scripture, when were you given
the right to extinguish their light?
One born in image; never forgiven.
© Ken Allan Dronsfield
About the Author
Ken Allan Dronsfield is a Published Poet and Author originally from New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. He enjoys spending time outdoors and with his cats Merlin and Willa. His published work can be found in Journals, Magazines and Blogs throughout the Web.
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