Gavel And Cost! Poem by Eric Cockrell

has it always been easier
to kill your brother than
to listen to your brother?

that which we kill for
fades with time,
and is lost...

the gods we worship,
printed in denominations,
shipped in barrels!

who are we lying to?
we dig graves like
we're burying treasure.

morality driven by profit,
profit at the expense of...
we drench the streets of hell

with urine and holy dogma!
the faces in the mirror,
both gavel and cost!