Sow What (It Will Be)? - Prose

Sow What (It Will Be)?

A little prose

To break your knows

A freethinking fist in your faith

The Jesus you teach

Has gone to the beach

And left you to deal with your wraiths

He left you instruction

A lifelong injunction

To leave all your bombs at the gate

To enter in peace

And drop to your knees

Releasing your fears and your hate

But it makes you uneasy

Them Muslims is sleazy

Mohammed you’re called to abate

So you smuggle bombs in

Through the gate – it’s no sin

To defend your most holy of states

But that’s not what He taught

Your religion is fraught

With the blood that is always the fate

Of those who adorn

The truth with the thorns

Of their fears that are harder than slate

Sow what (it will be)?

Will you follow our Jesus

On soft summer breezes

That blow through the souls of the Few

Who play in the sun
In the light of the One
Refracting His light like the dew?

Or... will you bow to your fear

O religious bombardier
Heart drier than September fescue?

Your eyes wet with tears
Dark soul in arrears
Play acting an unholy rescue?
 

--Eric Marley
April 2015