ANOTHER NEW YEAR.

 

Attend your church.

Lurching forward

Towards new year.

No new news,

Only the same old views,

From the same old crews,

Kneeling in the same old pews

As last year.

Cleaning out their souls.

Caught sinking in the holes

Dug by last years fancies.

Their attention held in holy trances.

Fortunately,

Between the saddle and the ground

Salvation can be found.

Forgiveness given for the past.

Then onward

Unto money driven

Futures once again.

At last.

Forget the mistakes you make

For tomorrow takes

Presidence over all.

View your future

As a kind of suture

That stitches your ragged soul.

Just immerse in pleasure.

And remember,

You can repent at leisure

By attending your church

Again.

As you lurch

Again.

Towards

Another new year,

Next year.

Telling the same old story.

Depending on holy glory

To admonish your sins.

This annual faith seems to win

Every time.

Kneel next to last year’s neighbour,

Who’s seeking a similar favour

From his once a year lord and master.

He has no new news.

He simply joins the same old crews,

Who have similar views,

To you.

Ad infinitum.

© By: - Pete Slater.   2012.