Untitled (poem)

Written 1/22/09

His hand rested on the Bible,
A vow of its own kind
Accompanying the words spoken
His body acted in accordance
With the expected.

His hand rested on the Bible,
Light and sure of accomplishment,
But these accomplishments were not
Would not, stay astride with what
The Bible accepted.

His hand rested on the Bible,
The same hand that, with a flourish,
Would sentence other hands
To strangle a spark of life in a
Newly formed babe.

His hand rested on the Bible,
A broken vow of its own kind,
Accompanying the lies spoken
The soul acted in accordance
With my expectance.

Please refrain from commenting on the political aspect of this poem, rather critique it as a work of poetry. Thank you!