To love God I must pause
To suspend our covenant
While I seek him among those falsely accused.
Weasels bend the truth and misuse
Their cushy seat of power, relishing
The perks of evanescent authority.
They keep justice at bay, move the light away
And conceal cold facts under the apron
Of spineless casuistry.
To love God I must disown the warped image
Of him that these cretins have cast in their own fashion
In order to appease retired crooks in uniform
Whose pornographic fabrication runs in wanton abandon
Fueled by the drug-addled brain of their relations.
Never mind their record of human rights transgressions
That loop around as long as the endless nights
And as loud as the sharpest cries of their victims.
To love God I must distance myself from my calling,
With much reluctance, while truth struggles
To free itself under the oppressive underskirt
Of cowardice and downright distortions.
With the acquiescence of cloistral godfathers
All too devious sisquialtera
To counter the twisted yarn spun by psychopaths,
God’s plan is put on hold,
While perfidy satiates its recalcitrance.
To love God I must delete the Trojan viruses and malware
Infecting the hard drive of my memory
Planted there by identity thieves and peddlers of hypocrisy.
To love God I must suspend disbelief
So that I can refresh the screenshot of my faith
And retrieve God’s true portrait,
His image and likeness dwelling in me.
From Somewhen (New York: 2013)