Don’t speak to me of god,
when I see none such in your life.
Or moral preaching sir,
when you’re devoid of empathic light.
Nor piety sir,
when pious you are not.
For piety is hard earned,
not served up cold then hot.
Don’t talk of generosity
or the many gifts you’ve given,
it’s all false sir
when from charity, glory is then riven.
Don’t flaunt your faithful heart
in the nave or chapel doors.
The faith and chastity you claim sir
you practiced among whores
Don’t tell the poor that they are blessed
and closer then to god.
For that god is but a dream sir
what’s real is mean and cruelly hard.
Don’t claim any part of love sir
when you trail hatred on your hem.
The love of the christian Christ perished
with that son of Bethlehem
Nor any tolerance have you sir
for the poor, the rude or meek,
when from Monday to Saturday
you exploit the lowly and the weak
Don’t lecture me on life sir
when you have lived a lie.
I will not live as you sir
I would rather sicken then and die
So defame me from your altars
Where you sacrifice unleavened bread and wine
While real men offer life and blood
To serve the earth. Not the divine.
So don’t talk to me of god sir
Or a church divine and whole.
For I have seen the face of God sir
and to him I trust my Soul.
Spirituality before the religions of war and hurt
© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com