Before the Day is Done

Before the day is done I wonder why;
hypocrisy upon the lighted stage.
How many hate and hold their Bible high!

I had a cousin once in days gone by;
at forty nine she did not act her age.
Before the day is done I wonder why.

She hated Blacks and did not bat an eye;
plus homophobia was all the rage.
How many hate and hold their Bible high!

She judged them all yet her court was a lie;
a rabid beast within a dirty cage.
Before the day is done I wonder why.

Self-righteous arrogance a tsetse fly;
when poison is the read I turn the page.
How many hate and hold their Bible high!

When hatred dominates I want to cry;
it is a war that I will always wage.
Before the day is done I wonder why;
how many hate and hold their Bible high!


19 Lines (Villanelle)
Writer’s Cramp
February 11, 2014