SIGN LANGUAGE

I stare at a sign

It's new

Speaks of change

that some say is due

It stands buoyed, spine erect

Pride swelling with the collective breath

of a selected few

Them that have stayed true

and with patience have waited

Believing illusions

crafted and created

Stories morphed over years 

changed hands to its present avatar

As flagrant clickbait

I stare at a book

Translated yet again

Origins forgotten, perhaps

lying in a catacomb with the dying

A compilation of religious prejudice

A treatise of sorts, 

A man-made compromise for profit

Them that chose The Chosen

Who escaped persecution 
and stayed true to describe a path

with a prescribed view

No digression from a unified ideal

Winning wars, armed with zeal 

And a dream of cherished after life

I stare at the earth

now divided, demarcated 

Stamped all over with curses and blessings

Judgements both loved and hated

Awaiting a new sign 

Another entry into another chapter 

of mythical reality