confidence in faith

in the early days
of my troubled youth
i swore in love above all things
though my words were uncouth
my adolescence,
for all it was worth
was a challenging time
when we shared tough words
we argued about lies
and female drives
phantom skeletons
rattling inside
the familes' closets
eternal chains of plenty
the ghost of Hitler
visited frequently
the Holy Fathers' insistence
that we honour no others'
other than limp wristed politicians
and deadbeat Christians
drug den parties
and the rapture of all children
honouring your mother
and father, well...
committing yourself
to education
and dreaming of some
distant promise
that the day will come
when you're confident
you're a Christian