It’s hard not to lose faith, but dangerous to do so.

The pillow cases were pink, but the duvet was purple.
It was obviously a bad dream.
Where do we go from here? 
It’s hard not to lose faith, but dangerous to do so.

The children lived in tents near where the old men were murdered. 
There were all kinds of flickers on the screen.
I couldn’t forget what I’d seen. 
It’s hard not to lose faith, but dangerous to do so.

We’d almost made the top of the stairs when we fell backwards. 
Cheerleaders applauded the scene.
Our climb just a temporary scheme. 
It’s hard not to lose faith, but dangerous to do so.

Some went back to the circle or found other altars,
Even if they didn’t even fully believe.
Not satisfied with common Lares.
It’s hard not to lose faith, but dangerous to do so.

The threads have unravelled and the packaging split,
Daylight onto fantasies?
No. The baffled no qualms, no unease.
It’s hard not to lose faith, but dangerous to do so.

So now I’m sitting around waiting for the door to fall in.
Words almost empty of what they should mean. 
Suppose I should blame refugees?
It’s hard not to lose faith, but dangerous to do so.