Imperfect Image
Pure and innocent.
Immediately without consent,
Wrapped and stamped,
As being created
In the image
Of an unknown,
As defined.
Mind’s virginity lost,
Before even realized
What it meant.
Societal conformist dogma.
Follow blindly or you are ostracized.
Will be breathing fire and brimstone,
Will punish if you falter, but
Won’t let you not falter.
Demand sacrifice of our fellow travelers
For spreading his glory?
Why promise vain earthly pleasures to followers
Creating deaths and mayhem in his name.
Praying for their peace and prosperity,
To satiate their thirst.
Justice and righteousness,
Truth and fairness,
Manipulated words, victims of fanatical minds.
Bruised and bettered,
Are we created in the
Image of the perfect one?
Or are we following blindly the
Imperfect Images
Created by imperfect us?