Of the same womb, but worlds apart.
How in the world did all of this start?
Lend me an ear and I’ll try to explain
why, sadly, all we now share is a name.
That choked by bad choices
you continue to make
in a life that seems filled with less give and more take.
And each time that things don’t work out as you planned
deeper your burrow down the bible –
You say you know its words from begot-ing to end.
But do you understand them,
my one-time friend?
Although it’s not my cup of tea,
I get the love they feel for Thee.
What I wonder is what the prophet would say
about the choice you make day after day
to drink that poison,
sip by sip,
handed out by a moron in an ill-fitting suit.
But sip it you do
and little by little
it takes from me what I’d known since I was little.
Lost to false idols and fearing the day
you’ll put those you love-or so you say-
in the middle of the dangerous road,
Do you not see the truth?
Is your ego that frail?
Is it too uncouth?
Please… help me understand.
Or is that poison too near at hand?
Too easy a reach,
such low-hanging fruit,
nurtured by the fear of whatever’s not you.
Is that your testament?
Is that what it teaches?
Never put to practice what, I’m told, the bible preaches?
I’ll stick my to religion –
that of being kind,
of looking after all I meet
with body, heart and mind.
I wish I could halt this destructive path you lead,
knock that toxin from your hand –
show you how you can be free.
But if the love for your mother and Jesus can’t,