Ecclesiastical Doublethink

False prophets, you dig our graves with sinister divinations,
Bestow unrepentant indignation, and neglect to hide your shallowness.
Cast condescending shadows from high upon your sanctimonious mount, but
We wear our pride; our faith and love, our shrouds, and we will not be buried in the night.
Oh, I say woe unto them that call evil good and substitute darkness for light.
Oh, weary we may be, but forsaken we are not. Tread lightly when with lust and greed you choose to cast your lots.

– Written for First Baptist Church of Worcester Poetry Fest Challenge 1: Acrostic – FBCWOO. Photo from Internet Archive.

Misplaced Trust

The ring you gave as a symbol of trust,
My tears have now turned to rust.
Your feelings were fake, along with the ring,
Nothing more than some cheap ass bling.
Though I had love, it seems you only had lust.


– Written for Limerick Challenge Week 35. Prompt was “trust.” Photo from Wikimedia.