Moral Code

In my country, we live by a code.

We are often told to pray, that it is the ray

to light our way

and when we open our mouths, vowels form

 volcanic sounds erupting with

thunderous rumbling consonants that emit from our bellies

foreign languages as we strain to hear the still voice amidst the noise.

We are told to believe everything will work out

Chant verses to subdue any avarice,

Cos to be poor is to be the richest man alive.

But cursed are the meek in spirit, for in their silence

they’ve built an asylum that house refugees with utter disregard

of our beliefs

sealing the fate of generations to come in concrete and wiping out humanity.

As we lay our moral six feet under the ground, the final prayer on their

lips will be the proclamation of a God, they say never existed.

You Answer

You call, we whisper

We call, You answer

Never letting go

Your love is unshaken even if we think No

Some have searched yonder

Others serve the one called thunder

Even though we haven’t seen

Even when most never seem keen

Lusting instead..the things of the flesh

They become entangled…as in a mesh

For those who know

You make us whole

You never let our foot hit against a stone

You knew us before we came

You know our needs before we say hey

Your promises endureth

Of this we are sureth

When we call, You answer.