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God's Children

A heathen near is sill,
Goof as he is, was attacked,
The landlord acts loco.
No mediation, nothing,
A heathen cannot approach
The house of a thiest,
The sanctum sanctorum too
Is unapproachable.
An inbred diction.  No violation.
 inanity no excuse.  Inveterate faith upheld.
Believers die in harness,
But has access to God.
Heathen, hell ward go,
The teat of the cow spray
Milk or blood? Open the lips
Kangaroo.
God is with the benevolent.

 
— U K Atiyodi, Jan 06, 2010

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magics02

16 years 4 months ago

Great

I like this one and know just what this poem is and how it also made me feel. Good write and oh so right. Love Mona