I am losing my faith

 Art and Religion
 

After a bad news week in NZ)

I am losing my faith

I never bothered with God,
he never bothered with me,
and I realized at an early age
the Queen crapped and wasn’t gold plated;
but, still, I am losing my faith.

The worlds visions,
still from the heavens, but now electronic,
are of the walking dead,
all eyes, bones and redundant teeth;
passive landing strips for passing flies.
And bodies strewn about
like discarded leaking sacks of cochineal.

Although distance saps the guilt,
we have visions of our own.
Grey haired pensioners hobbling forth
to pour shoe boxes of gold
into the silver tongued mouths
of accountants and lawyers,
scarlet robed men of God
buggering bewildered choirboys
across the alter of lust,
while with legislation and pit bulls,
we savage each other by proxy.

I am told this is just a minority,
and as sure as Job knew there was a God,
there are people of integrity out there.
But, still, I am losing my faith.
DOES PERRY MASON EXIST
only on television?

Basil

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