The Holy Tabernacle of Love
Or when the blood of Jesus
Is the mercy of Meher Baba
Or Mohamed’s midnight ride with Gabriel
From the foundation
Through the stars
Past the artillery, to circumvent
The greed and corruption in Science
You’d think it was the Vatican
You’d think it was Jerusalem
Beyond the manny tombs and ruins
Of the pied pipers
Of mayhem
Opium is the opium of the masses
Certified by science
Assuring blameless greed fulfilled
For the blind masters of unthinkable power
And devastation
Working to destroy
The holy tabernacle of LOVE