Sumner Gubisch // RELIGION

A boy kneels in front of an empty church

HIs eyes are closed, hands clasped,

And his lips mouth, innate testaments.

Before him a cross,

protecting him, guiding him.

It preaches of competition and love

of peace and forgiveness,

of patience and hope.

It promises the boy all of these virtues

but only in the wake of war.

A juxtaposition of time,

religion teaches morals of devotion,

but like the breeze

religion fans the flames of war.

And the boy, as he sits

He listens with question

all protected by the cross,

lead by the four horsemen.