Small and Petty
Eggs Leonardo, Scrambled ~ Philip Brent Harris
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Find, for me, a small and petty god.
One grown right from my local sod.
Who, as me, thinks, acts and looks.
Who can be branded by the books.
A proper deity, for me, should sate
The horded hunger I have for hate.
Teach spare the rod, spoil the child,
Make my wife abide meek and mild.
And put those I decree in their place;
All of those who do not wear my face.
Who sing or dance to different tunes,
Pursue illicit love under other moons.
My god sanctions my wants and likes.
No communists, foreigners or dykes.
Minute enough to fit inside my head,
To keep my prejudices constantly fed.
I do not want a god I can’t understand,
Grasps galaxies as mere grains of sand.
My god sees all, for what that’s worth,
As long as all only concerns the Earth.
Because my god all my actions justifies,
Wreck it all, no matter who or what dies.
If all of my manifold sins, I then repent;
I will be forgiven all, then to heaven sent.
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Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment
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