Legions Of Religion Poem by John Sensele

Moons, schooners and crooners' lips tip
The chance, valence and the balance of sanity and utility
Towards pigeonholes and poles that keep
The status quo on the go in favour debilitated duplicity.

Moons, schooners and crooners weep crocodile
Tears and they insert inverted Shaka's spears in ears
That demand and in remand prison reason with river Nile
To admit mittens of transgender agenda in front of church piers.

Moons, schooners and crooners soon swamped by monsoon
Floods gladden frightened men, children and women in the Indian sub region
To consider possibilities of arranged and deranged marriages whose boon
Potential partners in matrimony ought to explore in spite of precepts of their religion.