What better spurs a man
than words of what he can’t or can?
What turns his palm into a fist
from God’s good grace to Atheist?
The Godly War to make men follow,
then fill with hate what once was hollow.
They separate the State from Church
their Dollar Bill with fraud besmirched.
A promise borne to pay the bill
though Nations fail, indebted still.
The chambers raised with gold resplendent
mere hallowed relics now co-dependant.
So what better spurs the thoughtful man
than to crush such folly where e’re he can.
© Wolfgar 2020