Servitude

Because it's simpler to be ignorant of the truth the media replaces it with the easier to digest propaganda and lies.   

Dreams are endlessly replayed to inspire the disaffected and lonely with homilies and sermons about fables and faith in eternal life in paradise.

Grim shadows of misfortune gather to deceive the light on dark and mournful days.

The emptiness when there's nobody left but regret to resent.

A haven for rich hypocrites but purgatory for the poor.

Blame and shame intertwine like guilty lovers.

Self-indulgent sermons by sanctimonious hypocrites and bigots.

Signposts leading nowhere in a desert of opportunities.

A ation incapable of accepting blame or responsibility for its crimes against humanity.

Dovetailed days cobalt skies windows watching seagulls screaming above an ocean echoing yesterday's laughter.

A pedigree of pride in a variety of vices.

The fantasy of Christianity continues to defy reality.

The best times were holidays when the sun shined on sand and sea flecked with white on lazy days wading out then the cold shock of diving under before swimming then emerging a stranger among the sunbathers.

Fading in the morning sun an autumn leaf floats towards eternity.

On the edge of uncertainty the darkness of doubt obscures the light of reason.