The wind-up dog

 A wind-up dog held as a child

 Grandparents had gifted to me

The dog would strut, not run like wild

Only after I turned it's wind key

There is no power left to wind

Those things that do not aid

What power remains within my flesh

Won't be wasted in a parade

Once again that Jesus cult

Has decided that photos matter

More than the comfort of a hug

Or Dutch babies cooked from batter

The wind-up dog was a trinket

More playful than a picture

Yet toys and photos do not feed

The flesh of mother's nature

It' time to wind up my own power

since hope will make ashamed

the man who hopes in a neat photo

after grandma's life he maimed

An online fool suggested I 'go home'

To proud Christianity

Yet  Buddists, not a branch of Rome

 Gave me water and cared for me

I do not know where I shall die

But today I do not live

In squalor nor begging for funds

From elderly minds gone sieve 

 Elderly minds that do not retain

The facts and yet they figure

That putting fake smiles on their wall

Will outperform a ligure

The ligure stone has it's own face

It's strength was formed by Yah

Let Christians go to outer space

Where they can search for 'Pa'