Crossfire Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Cross, at peak, speaks persecution,
Refusing tempting devolution.
Once weak, seeks pardon's substitution,
Sources first calls for revolution -
Solution soon shed, styled faith pollution,
For pride before fall's retribution
IRE fires against true evolution.

Across span of two thousand years
stretches shameful vale of tears
which witchcraft crafted it appears
to warn sheep shorn who'd cross frontiers
that 'one true path' exists, fed fears
that sin soul's pardon disappears
when wayward heresy lies steers
to further lies, strange sects reveres.
To this add internecine strife
which separates man from his wife
or both from child who different life
welcomes outside intolerance's knife.
Who cares what label faith would tag
as 'Truth' unchallenged by time lag!

Crass prejudice deserves forthright rejection,
Refusal of 'dancing angels' vision blind,
One should duel dual heaven/hell choice - rejection
Seems due drawn through a juster introspection
Signalling this may not be judged direction
Fair despite the search for light, perfection,
IRrespectivE of the God/King need perception.

We seek some 'logical' justification
underpinning global domination
or compensating fears - thus veneration
of Marx, Religion, draws manipulation
towards brainwashing which protects each nation
from questions which discomfort spread. Creation
leads into death, thus, on examination
either all's vain or all's anticipation
awaiting for some 'awesome' revelation
to clarify 'why' 'wherefore' formulation,
or compensating threatening mutation -
acceleration where tradition's station
is overthrown, emotional deprivation
menacing mankind's self-celebration.

Can Man atop his food-chain learn to stop
Reading tea-leaves self-fulfilling, drop
Once and forever bubble pride whose pop
Shall blow both faith and lay away, though prop
Seems needed to ensure Earth's spinning top
Forward journeys. Iceberg melt, plop, plop,
IRrElevant shows minds narrow. Shut up shop!

Crossfire
Cross, at peak, speaks persecution,
when weak, seeks pardon's substitution,
recalls first calls for revolution
refusing tempting devolution.

Across span of two thousand years
stretches shameful vale of tears
which witchcraft crafted it appears
to warn sheep shorn who'd cross frontiers.

This crossfire tale pinpoints reflection
deriding heaven/hell - rejection
just drawn from more just introspection
though this may not be judged direction.