we dreamed of god, <br />and created war! <br />pointing, <br />with dismembered fingers... <br />prophesying, <br />with bellies gorged! <br /> <br />we kill that which <br />we do not understand, <br />that which we fear... <br />that which most reminds us <br />of something hidden deep within. <br /> <br />is god made of stone? <br />be there no remorse, <br />no compassion, no conviction? <br />even stone gods weep, <br />who are we trying to fool? <br /> <br />how many women and children sacrificed? <br />a blood atonement... <br />to whom? <br />we wear the robes of judges, <br />hiding the fact <br />that we're naked underneath! <br /> <br />even our prayers sound like <br />drunk ravens chattering in back alleys! <br />and the end we worship <br />is but retribution, <br />when time redeems our actions. <br />speak not of god...<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/speak-not-of-god/
