JUST KEEPING THE FAITH
Christopher Stolle
simple sentences
of happy lives
in gratuitous seconds
of memories received
and disasters lost.
strange philosophy
peaking on absurdity
yet spilling joy to all
and no one hears them
or remembers them.
until one fine day
when the preacher arrives
to speak of devilish tasks
which we have all undertaken
and may have failed in.
he tried to calm the soul
restore thy faith in the everlasting
absolving all sins
but who believes
and who instills trust in such
not I, for I would yell
but deaf ears receive it
they tell me I lie
that I have suddenly resorted to hysterical ways
and in good or bad, I laugh.
a calm arises over such simple folk
and they plead their guilt
as blood trickles to the ground
cold cement, freshly paved
how it blends so well to show the horror.
devastation in all facets
poverty stricken
naive in all distribution
speaking with force and power
in its lowest level of weakness.
