Young Men Silently Sitting

Young men,
Silently,
Sitting in,
Strait-backed,
Pews.

Forced,
To listen,
To old,
Men's,
Sermons.

Old time religion,
Pat answers,
Questions,
Not,
Allowed.

Mere,
Children,
Roaming,
The playgrounds,
Of life.

Imposing,
Their beliefs,
Upon others,
As if they know,
The truth.

Yet,
The tribulations,
Of life,
Compel us,
To wonder why,

Poor men suffer,
In the midst,
Of the rich,
Who seem,
Not to care.

Christians going,
Off to war,
Killing those,
They have been,
Taught to hate.

The discovery,
That honesty,
Is of no value,
In a world,
Ruled by guile.

Old men shattered,
By the folly,
Of a remnant,
That no longer,
Makes any sense.

Driven back,
Upon themselves,
To face the fact,
That there are,
No answers.

Only questions,
A nagging realization,
That man must,
Learn the truth,
On his own.