DISAPPEARED
Morning comes and I find you are not here
Yet we are to believe that you are
The bible sellers stand on their stages
And claim the same claim from ages
And I see about the world and even near
Violence that you could easily stop
You are a religious star
But I am beginning to fear
That like Santa Claus they lied
It is a joke that society paid
To convince us of a redeemer
Who with the power to stop the slaughter
Perhaps was never here
Maybe like Santa Clause
You just disappeared
10/10/18 COPYRIGHT 2018 GORDON KUHN
