I Go To Church Each Sunday

I go to church each Sunday,

God warns ‘there’s much to fear,

the world is decomposing,

the final end is near’.

I go to church each Sunday

and taste the wine and bread,

though elsewhere on our globus

raw hunger reigns instead.

I go to church each Sunday,

hear preachers’ words rebuff

repentant pauper’s pleading

‘enough is not enough’.

I go to church each Sunday,

watch candles burning bright

although they don’t enlighten

the demons of the night.

I go to church each Sunday

to wash away my sin,

while prophets make their profits

with wars that do us in.

I go to church each Sunday,

think thoughts incessantly

of all our planet’s peoples

denied equality.

I go to church each Sunday,

sit peacefully in the nave

while folks afar seek, grieving,

throughout a boundless grave.

I go to church each Sunday

to view iconic forms

alive in lancet windows

that hide unholy storms.

I go to church each Sunday,

discharge the weekly tithe,

while others pay the piper

when Reaper whets his scythe.

I go to church each Sunday

regard the holy bell,

reflecting on the wastelands

where day and night they knell.

I go to church each Sunday,

hear persons of the cloth

disguise the hell hereafter

with wartime victory froth.

I go to church each Sunday,

half perched upon a pew;

with everything so hopeless,

what else can one but do?

I go to church each Sunday,

and gaze upon the steeple,

majestic as the rockets

that plunge on placid people.

I go to church each Sunday

to hear the choir’s song

keep time with banshees shrieking

within a world gone wrong.

I go to church each Sunday

(above, doves fly in flocks),

while far flung realms are flattened

beneath the wings of hawks.

I go to church each Sunday

and pray so oft for peace,

but still the death continues,

it never seems to cease.

I go to church each Sunday

to sing sad psalms of praise,

while distant drones are humming

o’er bodies burnt, ablaze.

I go to church each Sunday,

a quest to save my soul

’gainst warfare’s pride and plunder -

prayer never plays a role.

I go to church each Sunday

my errors to confess,

while countries keep on killing

and suffer no redress.

I go to church each Sunday

the future for to see -

a man-made Armageddon

that ends humanity.

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