For impressionable sons and daughters of time,
Tied like flies to spider web strings and mothers impossible dreams,
By ignorant ministers and cider soaked child choked brides.
Forever dulled and cowed by the good book,
Heavy on this earth like rocks in sand and impervious to reality,
By gullible Fathers and wine wrecked god bothered priests.
Priests and teachers,
Words that weigh me down to the past and to fear,
Words that chain me to home.
I’m not intent on questioning faith or religion. Instead, I question our susceptibility to suggestion, blind faith and subservience to the words of the elder or all knowing. I remain open to everything and all.