Shutting down the computer last night
Kept me from breaking an addendum to an exercise rule,
“Never run angry,” because the time it took to boot up
Allowed me a moment of peace
To find some understanding.

Maybe it was Big Country on the little speaker,
Maybe it was my petting my dog,
But the extra little bit of time got me past that point
Where I would have been drilling the keys
To make my point about that which had sent me over,

Over an edge of politics, religion, knowledge of an audience,
As people in my circle are sending me emails
Hidden in educational programs
That omit the horrific examples of treachery of some religions
In the guise of teaching children their “right way.”

Now, I’m not one to bash another’s religion,
Believe what you want, just don’t put your shit on me, AND
Acknowledge the things done in the name of your god that
Have been pretty effed up throughout history, especially
The hypocritical puritanical convenience believing practices.

Leave me off your email chains,
I’m politically independent, an issue-crat, leaning to the left,
I believe in something higher than myself, just not sure
Who’s getting it right, so much out there is appealing, but
I’m pretty sure most bastardize the good and make it wrong.

So as the Knack plays, after Modern English, and
Whoever comes next with the playlist that is light and “summery,”
Probably recorded by someone who runs afoul of your
Blinder-wearing religious pie in the effing sky glasses, please
Leave me email free. I should reboot, my temperature is rising.

He yelled that they were becoming
Bookless, Godless, Sabbathless people
Because the commitment to the culture
Was losing faith with the youth
And immigrants to America.

He spoke of the impending death
Of the lifestyle so misunderstood
By what to seemed to be his own people.
That was 1920 and who knew the horrors
To be lived in the coming decades.

They yell today that the world is becoming
Full of heathens, infidels, or whatever coined terms
Suit their needs
Because people are still failing to understand
That there is plenty of spiritual room on this planet.

They speak of the coming dawn
Where their god will clean house
Of all those who don’t believe.
This is now and the screaming is not of one faith
It is in the wind blowing everywhere.