Russian Christmas | A Poem

Men in black
Dresses
Pretending they KNOW
Holding service like it’s their biggest day

Do they even understand

That this is HER celebration?

That this is MARY’s day?

Will wearing dresses

Bring them closer to having

A SACRED VAGINA?

Will chastity give them

An ability to give BIRTH?

Never.

They too came out of the womb

But now in their exclusive ‘holiness’

They abhor menstruation

Seeing it as sinful

They hold office

Which no woman is allowed

And they sing praises

To Jesus

Whom their establishment

Tortured and killed

So now they depict him

Only on the cross

Only suffering

Only bleeding

Keeping him in agony for an eternity

Of their false beliefs

Offering his blood and flesh

As salvation through cannibalism

It is time that you step off that cross, Jesus

It is time you bring mercy

To this tormented world

In your name your murderers

Have given themselves license

To murder incessantly

To bring down ancient traditions

To burn libraries

To rape

To pervert

To oppress

To conquer

To drink blood of the brave

To feast on flesh of the courageous

When you return

They will try to kill you again

But this time

WE shall stand with you

And we shall do what you do

And more

We will be ready

We will be waiting

We will be with you

And we will not perish

But overcome