We the Godless, often struck wordless: God bless you, God willing, God speed, Thank God, God damn it, Good God, I swear to God, For the love of God, My God, God forbid.
We the Godless, Expressionless.
We the Godless, Without morality. Apparently. For God created all that is good and all that turned evil, and to be Godless is to be liminal. Betwixt and between all. Here we hunt alone, for things and people and goodness that is unattainable to us.
Here we hunt, liminal.
We the Godless, Stateless. In senses figurative and literal, for these United States under God have no room for us. And as the Babe was born in squalor of yore, so do we find our Godless, harmless, intellects shunned into settings poor.
We are evil. Immoral. Cysts on society sound. Or so we are told.
We are sick and derranged. Sinners doomed to eternal sufferings. Or so we are told.
We are naive and cowards. Fearful of His wrath. We deny Him outright, blind to his outreach. Fools. Or so we are told.
We are corrupt and profane. Rapists, murderers, scourges. We are atheists. Or so we are told.
Ad nauseum, mind you, we are told.
In person, in words blunt and brutal. Or hints passive and aggressive. Or by means of subtle looks. Through billboards and by exclusion from religious expectations.
We the Godless, Unimagineable to some.
We are poor, helpless, foolish, lost little lambs. Baah. We the sheep, sans sheperd. We need saving. We need to see some grace, just a trip to mass, just a book of the bible, sometimes just a verse. Or so we are told.
These things we are told. These things are cast upon us. And only in irony does one accept these accusations. If there is a true collective godless identity it is a tolerant one. A thought full one.
We the godless, Inherently contemplative.
Nevermind the crimes committed in His name. Crusades and murders and rapes to the Holy Land and back to Rome. Bombs dropped by godful presidents of now and then.
Nevermind the deliberate outcasting by the righteous godful who refuse to look or recognize possibility.
Nevermind that we are meant to live in fear, silence and in perpetual moments awkward.
Friendless, Unrespected, Untrusted. Hated.
We the godless, Hated.
For what? For nothing. For actions neither passive nor aggressive. For seeing. For sight neither righter nor wronger. For appreciating people and those things that are good and beautiful and bad and ugly. For experiencing human life.
We the godless. Guilty for seeing, appreciating and experiencing.
We the godless. Human. And guilty of it.