Don’t tell me about your
God,
you deserted him long
ago
when you turned his love
into hate,
your hate begot violence
and that violence begot
death.
Don’t tell me about your
faith,
It abandoned you when
you
stockpiled weapons of
mass destruction,
told us all to be
fearful,
and to spy on our
neighbors.
Don’t tell me about your
religion,
I dismissed it when it pointed
its ugly finger at me in
judgment,
and condemned me to hell
for asking questions.
Don’t tell me about your
holy war,
for it was born in propaganda,
fomented in greed,
aged in a lust for power,
and made manifest in
your stupid bomb.
Don’t tell me about your
family values,
you proved how valuable
they were
when you abandoned your
son for being gay,
disowned your daughter
for having an abortion
and divorced your second
wife for a younger third one.
Don’t tell me about your
patriotism;
you wear a flag pin on
your lapel,
but you sold out your
country
when you wiped your ass
with the constitution,
and flushed it down the
toilet.
Don’t tell me about
personal responsibility,
when asked about the
poor and the sick,
you said that it’s their
fault for being so,
but when you were caught
sexually assaulting women,
you blamed your bad behavior
on the “liberal media”.
Don’t tell me about your
moral majority,
because I’ll tell you
about your hypocrisy,
confront you on your
bigotry,
and your incessant need
to poke your nose
into everybody else’s
business.
Don’t tell me about
love,
because yours is the
kind
that is dependent upon
another person looking the
same,
thinking the same, and
believing as you do.
Don’t tell me about life;
you’ve reduced the
universe
to the size of your own little
mind,
love to the limits of
your own feeble heart,
and your God to the image
of your own ego.
So before you preach and
teach,
get your own house in
order.
ambient-1 © 2012
