of shy glances and tender hands.
Remember the times
of the picture shows,
and of almost back rows.
Remember too,
understanding looks and feeling same,
not of love, but of friendship bloom.
Now all gone,
as you are to me,
missed are the words you did not say.
To collect in suburbia.
Teaching their children,
How to hurl indignities and profanities…
At those deemed minorities!
In some ‘backwater’ communities,
This is still today done!
But now look at them…
The scripture quoting, Bible thumping self righteous.
They are tearing each other to shreds.
Over values they claim had been God sent.
Perhaps they misunderstood God’s intentions.
And what God meant…
From their interpretations that has taken them,
To now call each other abusive names!
Showing just how nasty a people they can be.
Although quick to identify heathens who sin.
And yet…
They would never see themselves,
As judgemental witches…
Stripped to give quick lap dances,
In the dens of hate mongering warlocks!