By Tony DeLorger © 2011
Humanity is a false God unto itself,
worshipped for reasons bereft of meaning.
Salacious in youth and embittered in age,
We can but drive ourselves to false conclusions.
What we see is precluded, parched under the sun of truth,
yet wanting for it, hardly seen beyond the superficial.
Lost in the lonely markings of daily strife,
We feel not the beckoning of human compassion.
Instead humanity contends with itself,
struggling to prove pointless principles.
Ravaging the mother to eek out greed,
while fiercely defending the right to destroy.
Humble seeds of faith allude to confusion,
structured words of redemption perpetrating.
Leading faith to desperate measures of will,
no Gods redressed, just excused.
Hallowed smiles of human need pervade,
the indiscriminate, the bleeding masses,
who worship the human world,
and justify the means by end.
Our false God we, shrouded in delusion,
unrepentant and shallow to the letter.
Hidden light and forbidden sight,
If only we could see.
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