Cardinal sitting in judgement
like some religious sect,
perched in the barren trees of life.
Gazing in our world's windows,
passing a decree of survival
on the race of man.
Scouting the forest of the soul
to enhance our already dying sphere.
Singing out in contempt against
the advancing destruction of humanity.
A bird's eye clerical view
of man's ecosystem cruelty.
Soaring upward searching for fresh air,
a fruitless task is indeed at hand.
Pious opinions from wandering guardians
are no apparent relevance.
For man is the true judge
of man's dogmatic destiny on earth.
For convictions other than our own we employ a decree of silence swiftly.
For not to risk upheaval in the masses
shall we listen to the sky messengers?
A deaf ear to our priestly fathers
means chaos on the winds of change.
To catch the ear not by preaching
should be our main concern presently.
To believe dogma of red robed ancient flyers
serving God eternally.
Do we dare believe we desire
to salvage what we leisurely murder?
Timothy Michael DiVito c1991
anemotionaljourney.com
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