My God
Is not some bigot
That these states
Would have you
Believe

At a time
His message misses
Through what
Zealous means
Have pushed –

Touting flags
Blood red and streaked,
Blue from air
Still sorely
Missing,

Wringing necks
While going maskless
Spreading germs
Where hate
Obscured

Buys us lies
Thought often pure
Leaving money
Stained
Like fabric

Waving stars
Atop high banners
White as evil
Claims
Is right.

Should I err
On science blessed,
Trading faith
For studied
Safeties,

Feeling souls
Are hardly special –
Just frail bodies
Graced
With meds?

Saying change
Brings dangerous good
Keeps excuses
Fresh
When waiting

If tomorrow
Failed its promise
Of redeeming
Sins
Which last –

Each procedure
They said
Worked,
Every system
Showing bias,

Since delusion
Blinded science
Now dividing
Those who
Pray

Knowing politics
Isn’t fact
Though real morals
Guide
True progress

Seeking life
Without exception
Begging miracles
Made
In labs.

Christ would hope
We pursue love
Without boundaries,
Fear,
Or judgement,

Proving lies
Espousing gospel
Offer nothing
But
More death.

• J. Pigno