Bloomed in a chasm of faith - Life-deep, bereft of touch - Where mass spoken seeds of grace Morphed misanthropic and vile; Splintered roots grow Crooked - inwards - under laws Force-fed and born from chaos.
Righteous hands - drenched in black - Reaching to tear homes from Homes and return the bones to The hole from which this started; Sticky fingers reaping lands In what was said to be The name of God or just revenge.
No falsehood lies in belief as One from one can cast their judgement Born of love and greed and hate and pity But faith takes the softest targets; Detaching fear and hope and innocence From names; bleeding all Into the earth to feed the bloom.