How many Psalms
However dim & fractured
Does it take to screw in a 'God?'
Whose convictions will be the abnormality
You carry like a witness before the tomb of death
Forever naked like truth spoken in the moral trenches
Where the audience of SandCastle Earth watches
A toxic harbour awaiting another ill will fall
As the lidless imaginary citizens ponder
Over a dais of gold instead of hope
Preying upon foreign children
Trafficked lives or goods
How pathetic a killjoy
Equivalence Psalm
Black sheep
Wish
In earnest anticipation of,
(Another Spoken Word Poem Make on the Street)
