Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Truth Tellers Crucified

choice, once I had a choice
then fruited plains divided by heart
exceptions became adilpated adversity
where the mind and the soul
declined into some perverted black

swaths of crimson material
whipping my soul
convulsing thoughts
wishes for life aftergod’s
desire for thoughtless action
to deprive the creation of a species
made in his likeness
destined to sit in a shitter
surrounded by their feces
smelling the sweet aroma

the place where stand up
was not comedy but courage
and children grew to tall colors
of faith strength conviction
not abated breath
nor drugged countenance

sturdy trunked
not hand me down weeds
of societal rights and wrongs
truth tellers crucified
by nails,wretched taloned claws
me not you

1 comment:

AmandaLyn said...

I wonder if we can ever get back to a time where people, politicians, have the courage to be honest and take responsibility for their actions and their words. There is so much that hangs in the balance. The anger and frustration is palpable in this one. As always, well done.