At the entrance to the train station,
a Jehovah’s witness one side,
a Morman at the other,
both trying to save my soul,
one booklet at a time,
while emails fly in to my pocket
offering better interest rates
and great deals on airfares.
The news tells me
that a virus is spreading
and floods have replaced the fires,
I guess the blood dimmed tide
has indeed been loosed,
and innocence replaced
by ignorance.
But if you try the impeach the guilty,
who are racked not with remorse
but a nuclear sense of entitlement,
then I’ll refer you back to distract;
soul to soul, airfares
and interest rates.
Look on the bright side,
we’re all bound to die.
Then ask yourself a question,
what will you leave behind?
It’s easier to be a churchgoer
than a good Christian.
