When You Last Visited Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

With the wearing of emblems and symbols,
To declare a faith and belief to profess...
They've been saved and they show this has been addressed.
And the many who do this believe they've been released,
From creating to initiate chaos and confusion...
In their minds they keep affirmed until the seeking is reached.

And the ones not affiliated,
To designate themselves followers of a denomination claimed...
Are often solicited with a nitpicking them into guilt and shame,
For expressing their choice to stay away from hypocrites...
Found to gather in numbers to congregate their hidden ills,
As if to pray away the decadence and filth within them instilled.

'But you can not have a true relationship with God,
If you keep yourself separated from the church.'

~I find that odd...
That a bird, tree, blade of grass or any animal I pass,
Seem to exist without conflict.
And those who sit with their issues and conflicts,
Are more disturbed but quick to defend...
A teaching of The Word they do not listen to comprehend.~

'You are a heathen and you are going straight to hell.'

~Gee!
That sounds frightening.
But tell me this since you are experienced.~

'What's that? '

~When you last visited,
Was it really as hot as you remembered it? ~