17 Nov 2015 – Sonnet
You go to church – around your neck a cross.
You read the bible, sprinkle in your talk
its most familiar verses, even toss
the codewords in with others of your flock.
All worthy, no one questions you’re sincere.
All legal, rights our sons and brothers won
to practice ones religion without fear,
and never once be ostracized or shunned.
Imagine now the fear in others eyes
who look at you and see a burning cross,
a white hood and a cracking bullwhip’s cries –
who wonder why you won’t decry the dross
you never think of, never would endure.
What shock! They think you’re anything but pure!