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the beauty of youth
The beauty of youth
Is wasted –languishing- in the eyes of the old.
The thrill of victory,
Props up those too weak
For anything else.
And goodnight kisses
Were never meant
To get you off like this.
So I sit here
In some foreign city,
But not quire beyond
Excess civilization.
And the pope explains to animal worshippers,
Anthropomorphism is necessary for religion.
He praises the Jews for similarity in teaching,
But condemns them to hell,
For not adhering to his teaching.
And some woman who stands to save
Is feared beyond all else.
She simply forbids an afterlife,
Without preventing the murder.
And what this little mercy is worth to her,
Even if worthless to all else.
And in the defense of faith,
He claimed we could know nothing for certain.
In defense of himself,
He claimed he had known far too much.
But in the midst of humanity,
God was in no position to forgive.
