Who feels anxious every hour?
Those in powerWhere does the devil make his perch?
In the ChurchWhen are we most resigned to fate?
When we hateEven now, it is not too late
To look past how it’s been defined
To ascertain what lies behind
Those in power in the church when we hate
Today’s poem is an ovillejo, or at least my attempt at one.
Blast from the Past:
Oh what do you do
With your time when you finish
With all of this hate?