photo credit: BHD 2017

Axial Age (033)

DHBogucki
DHBogucki
Aug 8, 2017 · 1 min read

Break out the soapbox of sermon.
Congregation gathered for another massacre:
love is not the subject of fiery salvation.
Science has been slapped onto the altar,
a sacrifice to your God.
The one — we all — must fear.

Heaven awaits those who oppress.
Heaven awaits those who suppress.
Heaven awaits those who regress.

Under the foot of the priestly class.

People waiting for rain.
People waiting for bounty.
People waiting for justice.

Revelation delivers reformation.
Footprints are wiped off your back,
they had kept you from seeing.

Truth delivered in an age of lies
always a task of the unwilling,
glory is no guarantee.

Truth delivered in an age of lies
begins as a quiet drizzle on hot rocks.
Applying consistent pressure,
bountiful moisture,
breaks open the heavens
washing away deceits barren mythology.


Poem number 033 of 365.

Resistance Poetry

Verse as Commentary

DHBogucki

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DHBogucki

Artist, Writer, Tattooist Apprentice, Yoga Teacher, Find me on Instagram, and UnSplash under the same name. https://www.facebook.com/dhbogucki/

Resistance Poetry

Verse as Commentary

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