Dedicated to the pen plus the pad,
when it graces empty sheets,
somehow the ink begins to speak;
writing scriptures from forbidden scrolls,
from the days when Moses was a child;
walking with prophets before the church
switched the words to turn a profit,
swollen pockets, while they speak in tongues
behind wooden pulpits,
telling the congregation that we are headed
for damnation, but the people not relating;