Polemic

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By Albert Ahearn

Man prays to a self rightist god For a heavenly hereafter Pledged by a martyred demigod. Do you hear polemic laughter? Mans pusillanimous nature Makes easy work for the rightists You can be sure; what’s the allure A place in heaven next to Christ? But in the meantime, what’s in store For your next eighty or so years? You know there’s not a guarantor To vouchsafe promises you hear: Faith! You must have faith, they orate. Not I! I’ll never take that bait.

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