The bloggers would all be covered in blood
The Right Winger's cutting down everyone else
every poet a serial killer
every movie a bomb going off in the theaters
every book an IED
Every classroom filled with casualties
Words like guns locked away and banned
Ideas the bullets we don't sell to lunatics and ex-cons and little kids
The metaphors are real in the self-referential word-worlds
magic mirrors they fall through
into brightly painted jail cells
with Guards ever ready to lash a whip
for any and all infractions
The Fundamentalists are homeschooling kids into their own private heaven and hells
depending on the genes that are riding along in their bloodstream
Don't want to be Gay in that myth
Christianity is a game and they have rules
Break them and you fall down into heaven's own wrathful fires
What Right Has Man To Condemn what God himself has wrought?
when did we become so convinced that we can speak for Gods?
the hubris of the King's infects every household
tries to tell us we know what we are doing
because what else would we think
making our way through our fragile days?
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