From the balcony
The city lights
Match the stars
In dreamy nights
The old stone steps
That lead away
From the granite blocks
The church heights sway.
Cold injustice
Pavements below
Near homeless hostels
The religious pray
You cannot warm or feed
With gospels words
Nor reach the invisible
The hungry and scared.
The hour in
A neutral garb
Smothers moments
Its cruelty sharp
The righteous with
Their shield of faith
Pass rigid judgement
Upon those lost to fate.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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This for some reason reminds me of the scripture faith without works is dead. There is the necessity of doing something not just speaking to make things work. Well done
spot on my friend, thanking you for read, much appreciated
You are most welcome
Walking the talk is so important in an authentic life. 🙏🏻🕊️
spot on my friend, much appreciated, thanks
What a powerful indictment, Norman! You expose a religion that admires heaven while ignoring the suffering directly beneath it. Prayer without compassion becomes another barrier between the comfortable and the forgotten. One heck of a poem, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
so many thanks my friend, its the sort of poem that often offends but arent they the best ones ? very much appreciated read
Good write N. From the pulpit, an announcement: 'No buses will stop at the church bus stop today - or ever?!' lol.
still waiting lol
Good write. Great choice of words. Enjoyed!!!
most kind, thanks and much appreciated
Well written friend.
thanking you very much appreciated
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