Blood Or Money Poem by DM W

What is it that you want from me?
Is it blood or is it money?
Is it love or is it cruelty?

I can never live up to the ideal
You want be to me, Do you have
To bring it up incessantly?

I'm no Jesus Christ;
No holier than thou.
I'm no King of kings;
No sacred, Eastern cow.

All the true feelings
You've denied will return
To haunt you sometime.

I refuse to entertain
All the lies you hide behind.

O you claim that your faith is strong,
But to me it's just another crutch,
You use to lean upon.