Flags that whip
people into a frenzy
and asks them
to sell their birthright
for a pot of power
trying to be trendy
to cane their Abel
to strain what’s stable.
The civil war is
inside ourselves,
the beam in our eye,
the need to die,
a misapplied label,
in anger unfurled, but
His kingdom is
not of this world.
You misread “the Word”
which is a person
not a book, look
you become a thief
a clueless crook
who steals what’s broken
and believes that
love is simply a token.
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