The State of Sunday
(or Organized Jingoism)
Line up and stay still
Don't ever speak out of turn
Now you will sit
Now you will kneel
Now you will stand
And sing with voices high
Sing like you're obliged
To something unseen
To something unsure
To something unknowable
Now chant my name
While I preach for you
The instructions of your life
Grow closer together
And come nearer
So I may feed you
And for your investment
Promise a perceived return
You begin with pride
While I fatten to hubris
You begin with trust
While I twist to dependence
You begin with skepticism
While I undermine to suspicion
You begin with faith
While I shame to blindness
You begin with inclusion
While I push to fear
You begin with love
While I torture to hate
You begin with you
While I pray to me
And now you do too
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