bad faith has led to this place
the transept holds a draped table
where lawyers pulpit
rights, titles and historical truths
dressed in split hairs
ritualistic applause marks each voice
concepts like terra nullius lie uncovered
offered up like original sin by unholy courts
whose collective guilt bleeds
as red as maple leaves on white fields
empty spaces left uncoloured
unoccupied by truth
condemned by greed to be torn away
from those who can’t exist
in this place
where faith has been rocked
by fraud and lies
culture quarried and stripped
left for dead
still, there are heartbeats
that call like drums
ascending
David Trudel © 2014
bad faith
bad faith has led to this place
the transept holds a draped table
where lawyers pulpit
rights, titles and historical truths
dressed in split hairs
ritualistic applause marks each voice
concepts like terra nullius lie uncovered
offered up like original sin by unholy courts
whose collective guilt bleeds
as red as maple leaves on white fields
empty spaces left uncoloured
unoccupied by truth
condemned by greed to be torn away
from those who can’t exist
in this place
where faith has been rocked
by fraud and lies
culture quarried and stripped
left for dead
still, there are heartbeats
that call like drums
ascending
David Trudel © 2014
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