Crusades

Was at the weekly meeting for the ancient order, the guardians of right,

wrong had to be ended, voting to purge the land of any deeds that were bad.

But they knew such efforts wouldn’t come without a struggle

and guns would be needed, no time to wait until morning for the store to open.

 

They also didn’t have enough vehicles to carry the weapons

borrowing some off the street in the name of their cause,

did have to run over and kill the owners in the process,

God would understand, making sure they prayed for them to go to heaven.

 

Off to the gun store they went breaking down the door,

having to sacrifice the guard for the sake of their crusade,

his martyrdom they would praise during their revivals.

 

How the righteous rage grew as they dreamt of cleansing their city’s evil,

celebrating their victory over wickedness with booze

ending up at a homeless shelter they thought was a bar

slaughtering the occupants and feeling so proud

before returning to their hall and passing out.

 

Next morning awakening to hear the news reports about the murders

unable to remember last night, but saying a prayer

that God would see the criminals punished for their crimes

while planning their next glorious campaign against injustice.