Blunt Instrument

Show me your values,
print them in child-like letters.
Leave me punch drunk with the obvious.
Persuasion or propaganda
is pointless, it seems.

Draw us your beliefs -
in black-and-white, of course -
lead us, nose first, through the simplest
argument and accentuate
the asinine, please.

Explain your dogma,
one thumb-rule at a time.
Make no allowance for tolerance:
browbeaten and bullied, we
will believe - or else.