The Dispossessed Warrior Poem by Sharon Collins

Each religion is diseased
With battles fought and won

Values loaded with belief
Yet fired from a gun

Teachers of intolerance
Who wear the robes of peace

Still my soul cries out to you
When will injustice cease!

'Love' and 'hope' and 'charity'
All are named and claimed

Yet they all result in hypocrisy
of the hated and the shamed

Religions damning finger
Condemning and oppressed

I remain your faithless outcast
For you leave me dispossessed

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