These intimidating walls

Built by those pure

So much a prison

To keep the pious ones in

And the worldly beings out.

What does this say of our faiths?

When one preaches equality

Without adversity,

Yet they judge those who see,

Through different eyes,

What these pure have taught for centuries.

How much is it to ask for?

To let it slide, on this day of memoriam

That one may sit in their home

Away from the stolid walls

And colored glass,

Comfortably remembering,

That there can be peace,

And there can be love,

And it can be, because of one

Great man, that we band together,

Or in solitude, and we can smile.

Because in our lonely hearts, we know,

Despite our beliefs in godly, spiritual beings,

Real or fiction,

We do believe in the power of ourselves

And others.