A world collapsing, yet feels the same
In search of relief from desparatiion, they write
To free themselves from the disparity of man
And the death of all things pure and holy.
A day of reckoning, a day of charm
A day of pain, a day of harm
From an area, safe and serene
To a place of danger, hatred and quarantine.
In the name of the lord, of whom thy know
A patron of him, if he was a man
But she was a woman, born and bred
Yet she caused harm, piety as her cause.
No thing can justify
The harm that was caused in the name of those
That spread the message, of hope and peace
Being violated, by those who listen to it.
That faithful day, when time stopped for him
A pain so great, inflicted upon him
Done by her, to put her name up top
Caused by ambiguity
He didnt know who she was referring to.
Justified in her work, as she saw it fair and holy
She went back to her normal, as she saw it fit
She used the scripture, thinking it was right
And yet the trauma cause by her, pained him.
A box, confined beyond wonder
Lies a class, fearless and unbound
Constructed by tradition, forever certain
Here is a class, in wonder
Mischeif, always hidden
Always reverberating
From dawn to dusk, it is active
A leviathan, tame in nature
Appointed, a gatekeeper
Invisible, yet impactful
A way to delay, a way to start
He is silent, yet loud
It all comes together, fair in shape
Connecting together, a jigsaw is formed
Different peices, coming together
A colourful piece, despite its flaws