• Desecration Poetry by Arthur Steele

  • People chosen for the role

    Projections of our sin

    Well intentioned lies are told

    And yet we know within


    One hundred fifty years and more

    The promises degrade

    Another century before

    There’s hope the scourge will fade


    Or more, as tables turn about

    Old order has to go

    Will their love then turn inside out

    Dear friends, I think we know


    Satan spoke and seared the air

    He smiled for all to see

    Hide in Jesus, if thou dare

    But know I hide in thee


    Satan went to church today

    He joined them as they sat

    He joined them as they bent to pray

    And shot them,

    Just like that