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Oct 2019
The bells on the necks of the lambs rang out,
calling towards the shepherd as they ran home.

The innocent babies knowing no evil in this world,
Seek love from all they find.

The church bell chimes,
calling home all of the people to the house of worship.

The innocent knowing no evil in this world,
Seeking love from those around them.

Both are lambs being lead to slaughter,
Yet neither notice.

Too naive, too innocent, too unwilling to change their ways.

The protection of God extends to those who worship under his sun.
May his refuge forever be available to those in need.

Love is preached.
Love is not shared.

Discrimination rains from above.
Too feminine to be a man, too manly to be a woman.

How dare you love the ones you wish?
How dare you be born of a different race than I?

For you have forsaken God with your existence,
And for that you will not receive God’s protection or his love.

For being one of God’s Forsaken Children,
The bells refuse to chime.

The church bells chime, calling home the lambs,
And the innocent come to the slaughter,

Knowing no different,
Not caring to change

For their God provides them Mercy and Strength
In the same way we are provided Shame and Guilt.
I wrote this from a point of view as a lesbian woman in the south, where I have been disowned by half of my family due to their religious beliefs.
Written by
Emily Howe  21/Cisgender Female
(21/Cisgender Female)   
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