Explore Deep Instead

Guns smoking and words bleeding,
wounds fester beneath our pride,
injustice despite our pleading,
waves crashing against the tide.

Peace claiming, yet still bitter
acceptance; while grasping rights,
poor, lost behind our glitter,
meaning hidden from our writes.

Fluffy clouds and golden hues,
pretty rhymes all sounding nice
while truth's beauty we abuse,
more concerned with our device.

"Holy, Holy" we proclaim
while we're playing in the dirt,
curse of shadows, fills the frame;
our choirs drowning out the hurt.

Scarlet blood stains the timber
while we're washing in our masks,
dancing flare, keeping limber;
"self" delights – as mercy gasps.

Justice beckons; needed in the dark,
we're too busy basking in the light,
hypocrites, it's time to disembark;
season for us to join the fight.

Writing in the depth of God's concern,
words chosen to make a transformation,
shallow rhetoric calling; may we spurn
instead, making a deep exploration...

with God's love always our inspiration.

Note: "device" can refer to either - poetic device or phone or tablet etc. depending on what you think needs emphasising.

This poem was a finalist in the October 2025 poetry contest