comfort

be not ye troubled 
have no unrest
when god is silent
don’t hit your breast
don’t pound your fists
or furrow your brow
be ye thankful
for here and now.
for here and now
drink your wine
laugh and play
sing we’ll be fine
spit on graves
you made them dig
kill the brown ones
call them pigs.
be not ye troubled
oh gods of excess
it’s not your life
so don’t be stressed
thoughts and prayers
a shoulder shrug
a gun to their heads
their blood on the rug
it all means nothing
when gods your friend
when his silence
won’t dare upend
your life your comfort your decadent ways
your here and now
sing god praise.