Let’s build a temple
with a steeple.
We’ll call it a church,
put some people
on a pedestal.
These people
are held in high regard
as they tell us why we hurt.
We lean on a shepherd
to protect us, his flock,
from the beast.
But aren’t we all
just wolves
in sheep’s clothing.
We are the beast;
we crouch between the pews
ready to pounce.
Then we point fingers
at the ones
we put in charge.
We are the ones to blame
for destroying
the purpose of the temple.