Sermon of Awakening

With bomb blasts he parts the oceans,
dividing the meek and blind.

Bending commandments at his will,
masses fall to devoted knees.

Morality cannot compete
with the change jingling in his pockets.

Disguising rhetoric as truth,
Thy shepherd gathers his army of black sheep
in a swarm of misguided piety.

Do not mistake sadism for mobility, My brethren.
Wars waged in his name
do not reflect True Holy Grail.

A revolution will be found when pedestals become
smoldering ashes among pews.

Empires will be washed away
by Humanity’s tears,
when truth is valued over patriotism.
As the Mayan Calendar wanes,
he hides his bitten nails behind a cloak of stability.

And the Pagans dance around the fire,
counting the days,
when empty mouths collect their dues
for threadbare promises.