This Sunday

Call out for the dead, mark the London doors,
a plague on our house which the politic adore.

There is no cure, no treatment, but Gods,
their calls for death, Grails and Jihads.

Our children see men doing harm unto others,
our children are assured that God is among us.

This waking Sunday, more holy work,
tell me of a sermon using honest words.

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