We are the non-believers
Running to and fro.
Wheeling barrows full
Of food to hungry mouths–
We are the non-believers
Sitting up late at night
Giving gentle counsel
To children lost in fright.
We are the non-believers
Helping to uplift
All those who’ve fallen down
The poor and the down-trodden
The forgotten and oppressed.
Judge us here and judge us now.
Condemn us to your Hell.
Wring your hands
Fret and quake
For we’ve no cross to bear–
No sight so unholy
As doing good only
By motivation of the whip.
Here we are, we non-believers
Knowing full and well just who we are–
With open arms we’ll welcome in
Those exiles and broken ones
Neglected and abused.
Hospitality and community
Our truest guiding light and faith–
That brand of sin
We won’t let in:
Punitive and reckless dins
The cruelty
Hypocrisy and bigotry–
That has no place
Here.
For we are rainbows
And we are scholars
Righteous do-ers and action-takers
And if it’s such
A blight on your sight
The lack of gold or cross on our throats
We recommend
You close your eyes
And get a fucking life.
*written in From the Mind of Sandie Kae
