Religion of the Stomach….

Where care should have been,

Stood the cactus; their hands in supplication.

The holy temple hoards rats and bats defecating.

The pastor’s son is blessing them.

I washed their dirt linen,

Hanged it dry then pressed it hot.

Where care should have been;

Vast fields of thorn bushes grew:

At gun point we were ordered;

Tramp the field bare feet!

Might fell our feet fall.

Should one complain: the Cross was shown to us!

Where care should have been;

As cold as the Northern pole

Hearts became and fit  in the new suit.

Lip service carried the days.

We sung of the Unrisen Lord Christ:

We forgot but never forgave our trespassers.

Where care should have been;

Faces paraded litanies of the Stomach,

Politics of absolute Power and Treaties of Monarch!

The Temple Chief Economist’s door was engraved in blood:

OBEDIENCE IS THE REQUISITE TO THE RIGHT TO EAT!

Deformed, we simply obeyed our stomachs….

7 October 2009