Paper Tiger

Oh absent messiah
Oh creator, absconded
Do you watch the rapes and tsk,
Or simply turn off the tube?
Believer, too scared
To take up thy mat
And walk away
From an empty promise
They’ve been betting their life on
Every egg in a basket
With the falsest of bottoms
A reason for everything?
Tell that to the child
Whose corpse rots in pieces
In the backyard of another
Child of God.