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this is the cross
by Maria Francescathis is the cross
this is the price
this is our noble sacrifice
and you should be thankful
for what we do -
we'd all be so much better off without you
but God made us clean
and God made us right
and God made us perfect in His holy sight
so you've got to suffer -
you must bear the scars
so you can be special the way that we are
admit you're a sinner
admit that you're wrong
admit you're unholy -
you've got to be strong
'cause you're saved if you suffer
you're blessed if you bleed
so don't try to stop us;
we know what you need
because this is our cross
and this is your shame;
be worthy of us or be fed to the flames
this is our cross
and God's on our side
and save you or still you
at least we'll have tried. 02/20/2011 Author's Note: A friend of mine was telling me about his upbringing, which was seasoned with large doses of both religion and abuse. It got me thinking about the harm that is done sometimes in the name of various religions. I in no way believe that religion creates wrong in the world, but that instead, people do wrong in its name, either out of evil or out of delusion.
Posted on 02/20/2011
Copyright © 2024 Maria Francesca
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 02/20/11 at 09:03 PM I've just come back from church and read this, so here goes: I think it's a very touchy subject, and you were very brave and handled it very well. But reading your author's note I see that there's no mention of the good done in religion's name, which far outweighs the wrong. Kudos on an honest and heartfelt work of poetry. Oh, and the rythm is flawless. |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 02/20/11 at 09:08 PM LOL I mean rhythm! |
| Posted by E. A. Pugh on 02/21/11 at 04:27 AM a very understanding poem to write for your friend that speaks common language of devotees that could be used to keep someone down or to lift someone up. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 02/21/11 at 10:32 PM ...read this and e'ryones comments...meeting will be held in the jr. high auditorium on tues, the 12th of never...i loved the way i found myself in the front seat and then in the back, good subject-change; line-breaks. |
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