Slow slow morning comes alive
before October\'s meagre sunrise
permits once more the lazy
sunday ritual to begin.
Strange half alive beings
occupy pews of bigotry
with smug eyes of holiness.
Clasping tightly their status
worn of self agrandisement
to be seen, nay, shown - that
satisfaction may be gained.
Lord let me \'lord it\' before
thine altar of achievement
where finery displays wealth
before pews of aspiring sheep.