What binds us

I look at the cross on the wall
& think of death & pain &
Martyrs & symbols that inspire
Us to love & find that there is
A price to pay for being human
A longing that beats our heart
& whispers tears into our eyes
Do we no longer possess the
Courage to believe in something
Greater than ourselves have we
Become so arrogant or just
Apathetic worshiping artifice
From a chair in a room caught
In the light of an oncoming
Catastrophe that we are simply
Powerless to stop glued to the
Words of strangers



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