Blog Wars: Billy Cat's Post

UN-BELONG. HEAD-STRONG.

We all look for saviours:
In God, in art, in imagination, in need,
In a world shaky with insecurity and threat,
In violence and silence,
In the comforts of our soul,
In pretty pictures we make for ourselves,
To place on a mantel, a wreath of flowers around it,
Rosary and holy water in place,
Facing east.

Come together,
in the name of the pure,
systematically stereotyped, under the norm of another.
Unsighted but surrendered to belief,
for protection, for camaraderie,
for someone to stand up for you when you fall.
Drugged in hope,
That runs in blood.
Generation after generation.

Challenge the labeling.
Unassuming but dangerous,
Racing at the pulse during dialogue,
But silently pinning name
under forefathers,
in religious conviction.

Defy.
Awakened by its flaws,
by its wrongs,
by the millions still asleep.
Blinded and cozy,
under the warmth of its sanctuary,
feeding it as it grows way beyond its control.


The snores of so many
resonate in the violence.
Unresolved.
But bound to the faith they are recognized with.
Misused,
by the ones who lead them to divinity.

Faith,
In what?
Carriers and bowlfuls
will not bring me what is inside.
And spirituality will die
with every conversion, every imposition,
with every one destroyed.

Few will light a candle to their names,
and resume whispering in hymns of silence.
Amen.


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