Glass Houses

Glass Houses

Passive, weak and sick, but throwing stones

At the gods who promise them a heaven,

At the country they were bred to love,

At the myths and icons they were taught

To reverence, rely on for a life,

That will not brook inspection to endure.

I don't know what other people see

Or think. At 17 I simply said

That I was agnostic to a guy

Who was on the corner shouting Jesus,

And he hollered that I was insane.

And every liberal I met agrees.

Never was a person more alone

And with no destiny except to die