The sins of the world tear her body apart
Leaving scars and bruises through all the layers of her heart
For the curse born through men grows like a thicket of thorns
Tearing through the innocents while they claim to save the unborn
Because who will rise up to take the place of the dead
Who worked to their graves on false hopes they were fed
Her voice is a rasp as she clings to justice and empathy
But they scowl in disgust, calling her ill, mentally
These people have gouged out their eyes and punctured their ears
Swearing fealty to an orange god whose death approaches the coming year
Their tongues hang dry from large mouths that reek of decay
Spouting verses they think serve them as they scream, "We will pray!"
And when she cries and uses words that evoke their disdain
They accuse her of using the Lord's name in vain
All the while they bomb children and take away their food
All in the name of Jesus who lived a life of servitude
Blessed are those, He says, to the ones who were made weak
For your strong compassion and love are the ones whom I seek
He came for them, yes; even the gays
Not to change them but comfort them from your harsh, wicked ways
What will it take for the wicked to open their hearts
That what they say and do in the light is created from the dark
You call her pure evil for her unbelief in yours
She doesn't need the fear of hell to give love to every living soul
She no longer fears death; there's no hell past this plane
We live in it now, thanks to your religious reign
Author's Note:
I suck at poetry.
I do.
I've never written a good poem in my entire life, yet for the first time, I wrote something down so powerful...I was actually amazed with myself. My husband, who is great with poetry, even said that it was amazing. Which is a huge compliment. I wrote it in the dead of night, unable to sleep. The first two verses kept replaying in my head, demanding they be written down. When I did, the rest of the words just flowed out of me. It wasn't until I finished that I was finally able to fall asleep.
I hope this empowers you, encourages you, and challenges you.
About the Creator
Sarah Glass
It started with FFX fanfiction stories and my love for creating a world to escape to when reality's teeth sank in too deep. I'm an artist, a dreamer, and I have an original story I've been working on for 8yrs. Time to get it published!
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Comments (1)
Clearly, you do not suck at poetry. 🙂 This is great. It feels desolate to me. Flashes of inspiration in the middle of the night (or any time of the day) are empowering to a writer/ poets! For me, it's like creative energy drops from the ether! Erase the idea that you aren't a good poet and keep writing. It's like any other skill... the more you do it, the easier it gets. ⚡️ 💙Bill ⚡️