The lasting peccadilloes of magical symbols,
signets of luring enchantment
fall from the walls of Jericho resound the alarms of faith,
allusions from Al-Aqsa
begrudgingly separate Christianity,
and the unending echoisms from Jerusalem foul
afoot two-thousand years of ideology from some wooden decayed cross;
all enamored
within mythology, now, a bestial glimpse of wars follow and
record Christianity’s carnage,
trinkets of death align with the centuries in horrifical emblems,
war eagles descent upon the
helpless, flaccid, and unarmed doves, the chronology of power,
pushing out and replacing
ideologies and one symbol as the only decorated truth,
and the swells of time engulf every lie to hold fast
this golden fairy tale, whilst sorcery impales
the highest perjury upon some centuries-tokened wooden cross;
the knelt waste of money, propaganda, and time
whirls through the cudgeled decadence to undermine
one’s sacred freedom to liberate truth from mendacity.
- John Hardesty
©️ 9/18/2020
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