Grant us,love, the grace to see and fight

I can’t write poems about   the Fall
Plastic window,    curtain calls
Coloured  cclothes pegs and the iron
Men with names like ,Bill and Brian

I can’t write poems  about  my school
Nor on  algebra  rings offools
I hate to eat from plates at dinner
Am I   on the spectrum, not a sinner?

I cannot write about the Christ
Evoking grief at  sacrifice.
Pedophilia   hid by men
Men whose lies  might come again

Oh, what is left this world, its might?
Find the grace to see and  fight