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Apr 2017
Man on the cross

save us from walls

against hungry souls

raised by pedantic cons

to push Your words

from pulpits of arrogance

Barterers of crux for coins

lords over Scriptures

life, land, and heavens

offering rapture

as if a mop to wash

parlors of decadence

Is nothing holy

to bias and cruel hearts

architects of churches

that glorify wrong to divide

from pews that claim

You as their candy man

Staring at the cross

blood from thorns

did your mother weep

for hammerers of nails

or promise burning

those who reject lies

Is there resurrection

for throwers of spears

users of Your name

as a nine-ball

in pockets of greed

made-to-order redemption

Will self-proclaimed sages

accept your color of origin

not in a suit but rags

or claim you are Satan

to condemn and justify

Feel stones cry
by Marta C Weeks, raised 4/16/2017
Marta C Weeks
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Marta C Weeks  F/Northern California
(F/Northern California)   
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