Our Downfall
Religion is
more powerful
than your government’s
atomic bombs.
Mamas and papas
drag their kids
behind them
down the rows
of pews worn by
years of futile prayers.
Hymns infiltrate
the tombs
of the slain—
those who died
for those same
echoing verses
reverberating through
rotting coffins.
Religion severs
your brothers
and your sisters
from their own kind;
forming the wedge
that is instrumental
in splitting the wood
grown from the ground up.
Religion marches
over your human rights
with the pages of ink
wasted for their web
of lies disguised
as the truth.
Let me hear
your faith cry
over the sound
of your own
self-righteousness.