Religion Is About Faith, Not Knowledge

The Be in Believe

by Rachel Hoyt

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There's no need to study -

Just pray and repeat.

The wavelengths are steady,

Listen to the beat.

You'll feel in your bones that

You now know it all,

Once ritual's rat-a-tat

Breaks down your heart's wall.

Copyright © 2014 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved.

Apparently most of us know much less than we think

about religions other than the one whose wisdom we choose to drink.

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Some Can't Afford to Sleep

Nap for Hope

by Rachel Hoyt

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It comes at you while you're awake -

The American Dream.

Inside your lids, the world looks fake,

Just roses and sunbeams.

With just one nudge, it vanishes,

Engulfed by dollar signs.

The time clock's ticking banishes

The dream for which hope pines.

8 hours for work, 8 hours for rest,

8 hours for your free will?

That's just a goal. (It's not a jest.)

Still, one must pay the bills.

Cherish the moments in between,

When you can nap for hope.

A moment in that serene scene

Will boost your will to cope.

Copyright © 2014 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved.

The lowest paid workers need three to four jobs just to survive.

They can't afford to sleep and live lives busier than a beehive.

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Water is On the Black Market

Water Rustlers

by Rachel Hoyt

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The city's their range.

The drops are their gold.

The funnel of change

Is their stout stronghold.

They fight to hydrate

Their people, their land.

They know the flood gates

Are in white gloved hands.

Copyright © 2014 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved.

Water is now such a rare commodity

that the black market wants to bottle a sea.

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