Painted Hatred Framed in Greed

You strip Jesus of his colour

and use his name to paint your hatred.

Framed in greed

hung upon a wall of war,

crowds of adoring eyes passing by

admiring the famed atrocities

that they convince you are right.

You fight,

you bleed

you trample on worlds better left unseen

taking fiercely the chalices of others

without hesitation, pouring it into your own

then leaving with the bloodied bones.

You strip Jesus of his colour

and use his book

to drown those you deem unfavourable

in a sea of shame and turmoil.

Pages bound by the spinning of lies,

people bound by the demons of this life

disguised as if they were merely you and I.

You fight,

you bleed

you trample on worlds better left unseen

passed down for generations,

admissions of ferocity

always played as victories.

Red white and blue,

disgrace labeled recipe

tied down by the illusion that you are free

don’t you see this is not how to be?