Thursday, November 25, 2021

 Religious? Sacrilegious?

Religion, you are a woman!
Object of use to all.

Your bosom full of nectar
Lights hope in weak, small.

Your easy affectionate pat
Serves to soar; cushions fall.

Yet, mercilessly, you’re trodden on
By puppeteers behind high wall.

And, shamelessly, you’re traded
For stature, for booty call.

Your outbursts, your cries, your ire
Stir storms of venom and gall.

Religion, you are indeed a woman!
Need to hit some ball.