False Charges

Gary Edward Geraci

 

Knows not, but answers no,

You’re but a felon, fellow!

 

Now in this day and age,

I’m the judge and the jury!

 

Says she; your supervisor

Please, the receiver goes dead.

 

Still others wear choke collars

Fashioned by gun politics.

 

The tried standard of law and

Order bypassed by inward

 

Dictates and a sense of righteous

Superiority.

 

Mutilating hundreds,

Perhaps thousands,

 

For the sake of death by self

Prevention, oh don’t lecture me!

 

One might be inclined to say,

But wait, there’s no lecture here,

 

No discourse, no deep plumb

For meaning or new reasoning,

 

Just plain power grabbing;

Powerful, intoxicating,

 

But short lived and fleeting;

Your profession but a cloak

 

That falls off leaving you naked,

Exposed at last to the Just Judge.

 

The Purifying Fire

Cleansing but not consuming,

 

Loving and full of mercy;

Reeling in horror,

 

Your darkest corners revealed:

Sanitized by light, Divine light.

 

Gary Edward Geraci

  • Author: Gary Edward Geraci (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 1st, 2022 10:11
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  • Category: Spiritual
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