Bullets and Buddha
To whom it may concern
#29
Strike at the heart of it
Chide and berate an ideology
Hit them where they live
Splintering lives, exploding hope
Their lives dissimilar to ours
Teach them a lesson
sell them the means to defend their view
They have a right to hold beliefs
Live life according to a code
Rifled religion has great scope
Shells and bullets charged with profit
cronies, greasily crossing palms
Ammo spent is ammo bought
No sides just customers
All the lesser gods genuflect
Bowed to the consuming
God of greed.
New religious relicry sold by him
Their bowls held up to catch the alms.
