Fundamentalists (a poem)

what I can’t stand most

is a fundamentalist

those so warped they

plow through the world

for absolutist goals –

true believers born again

carrying crosses to capitol buildings

committing divine crimes

receiving direct messages from

god via email

well, listen here, buddy boy:

the time of prophets is over

& if I see you roving halls

of justice again with hate-flags

& prejudice memorabilia,

just know I was taught

to love my enemies,

but I don’t have to like you

(Photo by Ian Hutchinson on Unsplash)


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