"denier" poems
I'm a democrat and republicans want this war to continue. People needs to wake up!
I'm a republican and democrats want to keep spending despite our failing economy. People needs to wake up!
I'm a Christian and Jesus will be coming soon. The Non-Christians and non-religious need to wake up!
I'm a radical Muslim and the west is going to take over. Everyone needs to wake up!
I'm a atheist and the religious radicals are trying to take over the country. Everyone needs to wake up!
I'm a bigot and gays, Jews and blacks are taking over. People need to wake up!
I'm an optimist and the world will recover. Pessimists need to wake up!
I'm a pessimists and the world is messed up. Everyone needs to wake up!
I'm a teacher and school is necessary for society to function. Kids need to wake up!
I'm a vegan, because eating of and torturing of animals is inhumane. Everyone needs to wake up!
I'm not a vegan because animals are needed for our survival. Vegans need to wake up!
I'm anti-school and school is a prison. Everyone needs to wake up!
I'm a racist and other races will take over. My people need to wake up!
I'm an anarchist and the government is robbing us of our rights. Everyone needs to wake up!
I'm pro-government and society needs order. Anarchists need to wake up!
I'm an environmentalist and we are harming the planet. Mankind needs to wake up!
I'm anti-environmentalism and the earth is fine. Environmentalists needs to wake up!
People, wake up!! I'm a 9/11 truther and 9/11 was created by the government.
I'm against truthers and 9/11 was caused by terrorists. Truthers need to wake up!
I'm a conspiracy theorist and the government is hiding things from us. Everyone needs to wake up!
I'm against animal testing because its unethical. People need to wake up!
I'm for animal testing because we need to make sure our inventions work. Everyone needs to wake up!
I'm a sexist and the opposite gender is taking over. My gender needs to wake up!
I'm a creationist and evolution is a lie. Everyone needs to wake up!!
I'm a scientist and creationism is a lie. Creationists need to wake up!
I'm anti-capitalism because it robs people of their money. Everyone needs to wake up!
I'm pro-capitalism because most wealthy nations are capitalists. Everyone needs to wake up!
I'm pro-death penalty because some people need to die. Everyone needs to wake up!
I'm anti-death penalty because criminals are people too. Everyone needs to wake up!
I'm a militant and everyone is an enemy. We need to wake up!!
I'm against war because war is ****** Everyone needs to wake up!!
I'm a climate change denier and global warming is a scam. Everyone needs to wake up!
I'm a climatologist and global warming is real. Everyone needs to wake up!
I'm pro-life and abortion is ****** Everyone needs to wake up!
I'm pro-choice and its the woman's choice. Everyone needs to wake up!
I'm anti-gun law and people are crazy. Everyone needs to wake up!
I'm pro-gun law and people are crazy with guns. Everyone needs to wake up!
Wake up, Its a brand new day.....
Oct 8, 2011
Oct 8, 2011 at 11:51 AM UTC
i was a hermit,
and you dragged me into
the never-ending metropolis
of your lives.
i was content in isolation,
and you introduced me
to birds of prey and
astronauts.
i was an entertaining centerpiece
for a day.
i was an entertaining delay.
i was the perfect way to segue
him back to his place.
i was a hermit,
and you bled me
to see how much
was left of me.
i was glad to see,
you were dissatisfied
with the amount.
i was a writer, a liar,
i was a dreamer, a denier,
i was a scapegoat, and the angry judge at your throat.
i am a hermit
with no place or person
to go.
i am a hermit
with no individual
soul.
Sep 12, 2010
Sep 12, 2010 at 12:04 PM UTC
The spider Queen, aloofly vain!
She rules a silent ruthless reign,
with black-bead eyes like pearls of rain
that damp the depths of her demesne.
.
.
.
A spider spins, with nimble feet,
a sticky web of grim deceit
that drapes the corners, dark, discreet,
in catacombs of her retreat.
Her jointed legs (in number, eight)
traverse the threads with stilted gait,
but often more she'll lie in wait
within the hub of her estate.
Shy spiders live their lives alone
ensconced within a silky throne;
unless a transient guest comes flown,
their lives bide empty, monotone.
.
.
Well, now and then, a sullen breeze
may twitch the toils, begin to tease –
yet nothing's caught and nothing pleas,
so patience's bid at times like these.
But then again, when stars ignite,
may maunder by a gnat, by night,
be taught a dance, a writhing rite,
within a lace of death, wrapped tight.
Sometimes a spider's in the mood
and waits awhile, whilst being wooed –
and then, to later feed her brood,
the widow slays her mate for food.
In time a spider dies, 'tis true,
bequeathing but a residue
entwined, devoid of retinue,
in fibers decked in silver dew.
.
.
.
One asks "What purpose serves the GNAT –
to feed and make the spider fat?
Well, 'tis perchance just naught but that
within a mindless habitat.
.
.
"Yet, what's the aim?” you may inquire,
“at the heart of MAN's desire.
To which goals should WE aspire
reaching high and reaching higher?"
We've, through the ages, left the mire,
trundling wheels and taming fire,
doing deeds that must inspire,
nursing needy, calming crier, …
Such things as these, most may admire:
- placid dove and war defier
(some are bolder, some are shyer)
- patience (mess-up mollifier);
- humankind (Life's justifier)
- charity (charmed self-denier)
- tolerance (proud pacifier )
- love of Life (folk unifier).
What more could we, as flesh, require?
Needless kneeling neath the spire?
Childish chanting in the choir?
Preaching hell's impending pyre?
No, Death's the only rectifier,
comes the instant we expire,
nothing after, sentience prior.
So, treasure Life and don't deny Her.
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 1:29 PM UTC
*** whipped
Where the hell has he man gone;
n why can’t I **** in bed.??
All true men are incarcerated,
trapped on a clitoral plane,
where knee **** reactions
drives a man insane,
We all wear pink pyjamas
frilly knickers and a bra,
wear our hair in pig tails
shave our ****** ,,YAY HURRAA. !!
They feed us up on retinol
give us optrex for our eyes
provide the silken stockings ,,
denier thirty,,, OOH nice thighs.
So where the hell has he man gone-
I would like to **** in bed,
but guess I’ll just mow the lawn;
do the feckin dishes - instead.
Alan nettleton.
Jun 11, 2010
Jun 11, 2010 at 6:35 AM UTC
church.
entering the body
after a stroke.
milk.
my shadow
made of grass.
cow.
dumbly regarding
another’s art.
...
radio.
grandpa cursing outside
then inside
the barn.
distance.
two babies on their backs,
one a boy and one a boy-
their mothers
one of them truthfully
says bingo.
pyramid scheme.
I am sleeping
on you, on your
insomnia.
protest.
a man without sin
and his two
******* birds.
unison.
proving
your half
is also
unicorn.
crow.
we don’t use the crow.
...
infatuation.
what a knee
has
for its other.
owl.
pillow
for which
the night
has long
been looking.
yawn.
moaning
into mother
my father’s
swimmer’s
ear.
high-dive.
or a very
private
room.
...
worry.
a thesaurus
the men
don’t use.
work.
for every right hand
a left hand
denier.
ants.
pieces
of hell
burdened
with pieces
of hell.
...
***
two
as if they fear
a third.
poetry.
thoughts
before I have them.
house.
where mother
took place.
father.
all gods
talk
in their sleep.
body language.
writing
about yourself
with others.
the future.
every now and then
one is given
now and then.
suicide.
might I record
this moment?
Jun 30, 2012
Jun 30, 2012 at 11:05 AM UTC
I sit here and ponder
As a trailblazer,
No
A pioneer,
No
A lazy explorer,
Whatever that means, but sure
On a relatably aspect,
I'm really just a simple court jester
A third wheel passenger
A classic trope
The main guy, brushed off by those who used to claim to care
Ignored like a wondering stranger
Both lead actor and expendable,
None playable character
A name not worth trying to remember
Never a shred of credit offered either
An already undesirable role turned disaster picture
Struggling to hold it together
Both as a lover and a fighter,
Man and provider
An overdramatic graphic designer,
Not a producer
Also fighting nature as a stand alone reality denier
Because "it's not fair"
...or whatever
A true, true believer
...in what though?
I'm still not sure,
Go figure
©2024
Mar 17, 2024
Mar 17, 2024 at 2:20 PM UTC
My dear, it rained last night
And I remember
The alleviated rise into
Lush sobs and lavish emotions
The way your dilatation relieves
Every worry and anxiety
But sometimes when we speak
A violent lie radiates
And last night you were naught
But an alienated virile sot
A view unholy I omit
I remember the tin roses on the tiles
Devastated, shattered.
Sometimes you hum
Your hands delicately miming secret memos
And I can see it in your eyes
Irises shining like teal devils
And the music carries you
White with adrenaline, pupils likes violists
Headwaiters lie, strumming tin violins
Their alienated visions wilted with passion
I see the way she cleverly conceals
Lies as vows to you
A veil called "us" she puts on "me"
And I call for mutiny
But youth is vim, vim is now, and now is lies
Every hug from you is just a violet whim
In noisy rooms
My vision is misty
My aura dies little,
Oh if only you could realize your reign
You’re the master, the ringleader
But you’re lazy; you work without zeal, you’re idle and lazy
Eyes glazed, agile hands getting greedier
Have you ever seen
A dearer lion?
He roared, the lonesome rider
Alone, an alien.
Well sometimes you lie
And I dare to become
An oral denier
My radar detects one lie,
Then two...
You become red
Redder than a ****** lion's ear
Adieu, you say, with a gently undefined lilt
My tears speak more reality than your words
Dec 22, 2012
Dec 22, 2012 at 11:56 PM UTC
Where has truth gone
And what has it become
But a grain in the sand
Lost beneath rocks
Of broken dreams
And crashing waves
Washed away and replaced
By lies that we all believe
Oh Believer
Oh Denier
Oh Lover
Oh Loather
Where has truth gone
In a whirlwind of hope
We latch onto anything
EVERYTHING
To follow something
But in this we fall
Cutting the ropes of our kites
Drifting
No longer soaring
Resting in the canopy
Of the jungle
Blinded from the leaves
Unable to see true ground
Devoured by the lions
Swept away by vultures
We are the black birds
Of forgotten being
So let us sink
Into oblivion
Enter space and become
The stars of veiled hearts
Shut those pretty eyes
And jump into this black-hole
We all have chosen
Oh Believer
Oh Denier
Oh Lover
Oh Loather
Where has truth gone?
Aug 23, 2012
Aug 23, 2012 at 2:20 PM UTC
Hers was a life of compliance.
Fulfilment of another’s wishes,
observance of another’s needs,
conformity to the rules set down
in stone. She was the rubber of
beads through fingers, touched
by thumbs; the beads of the rosary
would be sealed by prayers.
She was the self denier, who put
herself last, one who sacrificed
pleasures for a promised salvation,
whose menstruations were reminders
of babies that would never be,
children which would never be hers,
dugs that would never be sucked.
She carried the cross through cloisters,
sandaled feet trod the paved paths,
heard birdsong, saw butterflies in flight,
moths at night in the candle’s flame,
she hidden away, unknown, no fame
with a saint’s name. And each morning
rising with the bell, kissed by the early
dawn, touched by the chill of early frost,
she lived and moved, all for love of Christ.
Jul 20, 2012
Jul 20, 2012 at 1:27 AM UTC
oh i'm pretty sure on the Islamic
term: denier,
it's a prefix,
dis-,
dis- -ease:
which implies negation...
the negation of ease...
but i'm not interested in this...
nope...
i know what Islam
says about the, deniers,
the non-affiliate...
what, does, Islam,
call, the wavering hearts?
you heard me.
the doubters,
i do know what a prefix intends...
but do you?
camel jockey...
really?
what do you call a wandering heart?
a Shiite?!
******* Sunni ****
no; no what?!
what do, you, call,
doubters, in the Islamic faith?
i didn't, say, deniers,
i said, doubters....
what do you call, a doubter,
within, the confines,
of the, Islamic, faith?!
am i talking Hindi to you?
you're looking pretty *******
stupid to me, "auto-"suggesting,
that i expect an Arabic reply...
what, do you, call,
a doubter, of, Islam?
i know what a denier is...
what, do, you, call,
someone, who, doubts,
the faith, of, Islam?!
i'm simply asking...
tell me, the difference...
between someone
who doubts...
and someone,
who denies...
tell me...
what, is, the, difference...
oh **** me... and when i woke up,
people implied that all the people
were literate... like **** they were!
like a bunch of industrially
farmed pigs,
educated in the "arithmetic"
of the onomatopoeia of... OINK
i'm crazy enough, crazy plenty...
i fall asleep to
slayer's... raining blood...
give me a ******* tank
and i'm all stampede...
where?
where's where?!
if the "where" is nowhere
other than death?!
the "there" is, there!
and the "there"?!
is some-where...
you don't want to be,
here to fathom!
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 9:06 PM UTC
Our prez is now Donald J Trump
Who has promised to clean out the sump
Well he's certainly no wussy
When groping a *****
What more to expect from a gump?
In charge of the Vice, Michael Pence
Said some things that embrace little sense,
"Global warming's a myth"
But's now taking the fifth
In attempting to straddle the fence
We all recall general Flynn
Put in charge of security spin
A trained atomiser
No more Trump's advisor -
His deal with the devil's his sin
The billionaire Betsy Devos
Making plans for a school albatross
Hating free education
Backs private castration
And kids will be bearing her Cross.
The Congress approved Jeff B. Sessions
Ignoring his racist obsessions
He seemingly cares
More for foreign affairs
While forgiving Klan's toxic transgressions.
Chief strategist Stephen K. Bannon
Develops the Great Again Canon:
The Goldman Sachs Bankster
Turned yellow rag gangster
Flings crap from the New Order cannon
Says EPA ruler Scott Pruitt
"Instead of dry facts, we intuit..."
(His work as denier
Keeps profits much higher)
"... If everything dies, well, just ***** it"
The war whoops of Mad Doggy Mattis
Awaken the death apparatus
With boundless expense
For a doomsday defence -
Armageddon administered gratis
The magnates no longer need lobby
Or fight regulations thought snobby -
Now set in the saddle
They're herding the cattle
And pulling the strings as a hobby
Now the Don can start wielding the axes
Truncating the tariffs and taxes
The Mafia boss
Is dismissing the dross
And poverty's pain as it waxes
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 7:11 AM UTC
I am the rubber of the rosary,
said Sister Paul, my finger and
thumb move over the beads like
a humble worm, I utter prayers
like a hissing snake, my breath
rising in the air like a frightened
bird. The silence enfolds me like
my lover’s arms, its peacefulness
kisses my ears like my lover’s lips,
the touch of the thick silence my
lover’s fingertips. His breath breathes
upon my neck, His requests utter
In my ears, His love echoes through
my being. The darkness embraces
me like a black cloth, my eyes see
shadows in nightly prayers, my sight
fails me with its tired eyes, the late
nights, the on knees prayers, the
going up and down the stairs to
and from the chilling chapel. I am
a denier of self, my self denial is
my weapon against the selfish I,
my way of keeping the ego in its
place, the surging wanter of wants
kept check, each fight for self denial
takes its toll, the selfish I wants its
revenge, seeks its way through my
daily walks, my day to day talks,
the moment of eating, drinking,
sleeping, the dreaming nights.
My lover comes at my least request,
His eyes see me in the darkness’s
hold, His fingers find me and release
my bonds, His words echo through
the blackest night, His love warmer
than the sun’s kiss, His nearness
closer than air to lungs, than stars
to sky. My Lover comes, my prayers
are heard, my soul is lifted up, my
finger and thumb push round the black
beads, He is there, noting each whispered
prayer, he lays me upon my bed, rests
me down, His holy lips healing my soul,
granting peace to my all too human head.
May 4, 2012
May 4, 2012 at 1:51 AM UTC
TINA
The innocent pouty lip
The feminine grin
The Elvis lyrics
The yearner of scandal
KAY
The cynical, annoyed mope
The rock and roll
The sharp black nails
The pursuer of scandal
GRANT
The friend of mother nature
The need for peace and love
The flowy relaxed soul
The denier of scandal
and you wonder why I have a war in my mind.
My passions
My spirit and
My blank stares into heaven
Tell you that I am...
TINA KAY GRANT - The Vintage Rebel.
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 10:11 PM UTC
History is a pendulum
swinging perilously
back and forth
over our shared humanity.
Slicing bitterly
at the air above me
with a visceral hatred
for all the good things
I hoped we could be.
Kinder to hater,
forgiving to denier
loving to crier
sharper it slices
cutting the air cleanly
leaving me feeling it keenly.
Wild rhetoric
going viral,
virus of white power words
spreading like the plague,
a poisonous and bubonic phage.
I struggle to stop it,
this rising tide
of tired tirades,
republican charades
turning different skin shades
into the enemy.
These neighbors are our family,
but the pendulum sees them
separated by the serrated blade,
exhausted by the hate
and violence that blazes.
History returns to sicken
my sorrowfully stricken
heartbeat.
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 6:33 AM UTC
The devout of Saint Sophia, the ones who prayed
Venerated, virgin-martyr, holy hunger
The priestesses, vestal tombs. Virgins of Etrusca
What do they know of me?
Waifish, heart-sad, victim of ill womanhood
Persecutor, rejector of the womb,
Denier of her blood.
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 7:01 AM UTC
you and I are alike
excavated from our homes time and time again
breaking down walls in the hope that one day
there will be too much rubble to clear.
we are full of leaking helium
our tails dragging along the ground
in search of a resting place
we clutch our old dreams in our fists
and we confide our hurts in the dark when we should be asleep
the only difference is
while I was in love with a feeling
you were in love with a girl
and you carry her in your ribcage like your last gasp of oxygen
hitting your feet against the pavement again and again
to loosen the image of her smile
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 1:55 AM UTC
This entire empire of dirt and manure is about to expire
I'm not gonna lie, between you and I, I wish I was a lier
My mind though is compulsive when lighting it's pants on fire
Nose long as a telephone wire, front and center like a town crier
And the shiit that I get from myself and the public stacks higher and higher
I know exactly what's about to transpire
Yet I always make it worse, never better
Like a water geyser to a grease fire
I'll forever be a fumblin', bumblin' reality denier
Faced with a situation that can only be described as dire
When you've only ever been able to hire a blind get-a-way driver
There's no chance of escaping this hell, life organically becoming satire
©2024
May 5, 2024
May 5, 2024 at 4:04 PM UTC
On another day
like a feather in a cloudless sky
I'll run, as I've never run
I'll do, as I've never done
Things from my heart
My innermost desire
Wishes of the liar
You have been denying
The thoughts millionfold
Running amok
'Cause you never jump up high
'Cause you never fly in the sky
Reality is reserved
The cautious denier
Wishes of the liar
Deem it unsavory
Words don't do justice
for such a feeling
Stop and stare, beyond the stars
Stop and stare, its yours, its ours
Live a future
Of love-stoked fire
Wishes of the liar
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 2:39 PM UTC
helios shone on her
golden glories of girlhood
ripe flesh, rose-lipped grins
lingering odor of peonies
dowsed in foolish desire
god of greed, god of fire
god pondering feeling, lidded ire
deigned loner, prowling defiler
holier spire of gospel denier
leering siren song
fingers wed poison
groping seeds of peril
lips feed on endings edge
howling elegies, rendered sorrow
peregrine prisoner of noose region
wife of ego, gowned in gliding gore
renewed weeping, fowl whispers
singeing inferno flooding idle hope worn
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 4:36 PM UTC
Enraged I throw my fists
In flames my soul, it wilts
In red my vision stops
With blood I stain my clothes
You'll shriek and I will scream
With laughter **** your dream
Struggling to land a blow
Your hands are getting cold
A mocking grin to view
Insanity ensues
Anger in my motions
Fear your only emotion
The beggar and denier
Can't stop the raging fire
Igniter of all instinct
Life or death, it is not distinct
I satisfy desire
Burn out inside the pyre
Breathe not a second breath
You're now free from dread
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 4:30 PM UTC
.i've grieved a death, but i've also grieved a life to sustain aging toward the surmount of living with the basis of 80, to age with; death is no punishment, for what makes itself in being an apprehension, of both signature and a likeable testimony of the awaited recluse.
yeah..... but
i'm a religious
doubter....
not a denier:
big
******* difference!
a doubter
is not an out-right
denier....
to doubt
is act of denial!
you,
*******
imbecile!
you!
Kaabah!
winding!
sand!
serpent!
of the reversed
Nile!
you... *******
puppy lying
Arabic pricsk! pussywhip!
i'll have the death
of these pussywhips!
this fungus of human
existence;
sold to a monetary
value of a:
grievance!
death, death sole,
death, absolute.
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 10:29 PM UTC
Donald Trump's potential appointees
For high positions are quite scary.
Some have dubious qualifications
And border on being reactionary.
General Flynn as Security Adviser--
Conspiracy theory peddler supreme.
Could Trump find anyone else
Whose wacky ideas are more extreme?
Peddling the lie that Hillary Clinton
Was involved with *** crimes with kids,
Flynn has spread outrageous notions--
Notions that common sense forbids.
There's also appointee Scott Pruitt.
What sense does it make to hire
Someone to head the EPA
Who's a climate change denier?
Some of these people would threaten the very
Institutions they're supposed to serve.
From all of the possible qualified people,
The choice of these strikes a nerve.
For Secretary of Education
Another name for this ship of fools:
Betsy DeVos--an outspoken
Enemy of public schools!
And Ben Carson in charge of HUD?
Someone out there has to voice
Objections to this appointee who
Thinks that being poor is a choice.
To work in his administration,
Trump said he would find the best.
The choices above aren't very
Promising, along with the rest:
Billionaires and generals
Parading before our eyes with pomp.
So that's what Trump meant when he
Said he was going to "drain the swamp."
-by Bob B (12-8-16)
Environmental Protection Agency
Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 1:11 PM UTC
My soul heard your calling
I came back to you
Burning all the scriptures
Breaking the walls of cultures
I came to take you Where you were not
Where you had forgotten to visit
To take you ,to your deeper self
You had forgotten to visit
I didn’t come to give you physical duties
I am not your karma
I am your suppressed self
I am your pages that can’t be torn
I am your love that lives Inside of your heart
I am your soul that roams Inside your body
I am your abandoned self
That tries to breathe in you asking for life
I am your forgotten self
That wants to be remembered & loved
I am just a denier self that lives
Inside Of you
Came to remind you your own soul’s calling
To visit the hidden self Within you
You were denying for years
To let the piled up emotions Gush as words
I came to empty you I came to love you
I came to give myself
To you
I came to kiss your wound
I came to love you
That’s all I can give
My love
My soul to you
You can’t find me in physical body
Words and forms are too small
To describe me
Find me in infinite
Call me as nameless name
Search me In placeless place
That’s inside you
As your breath
©️Sobbingsoul
Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 1:03 PM UTC
"Do not ask for whom the bell tolls
It tolls for thee"
As if all rights and wrongs were just
a memory.
We set ourselves out to sea
in an ocean of imperfections
where the only way to see inside ourselves
is through vivisections,
we watch science explain everything for us
while concepts like faith and love
sink into the background
and we cannot hear the answers
over the sound of cannons firing
because we throw money at problems requiring
care instead of denier
but we still think we know where the heart is.
It's right there,
in that empty chest
in which you keep your best
hopes of ever knowing love again
in a world where we only make money so we can spend.
There will be no exodus,
purgatory is a breeze next to this,
because we bend our children's backs
like pipe-cleaners
just because that's what our parents
did to us,
it's been about growing up
it's been about moving out,
with a rebel shout
we barrel towards the future
because there is no turning anywhere back
because the train-track wasn't made
with brakes in mind
and if, out of all this, there is even a lesson to find
it's not in textbooks or written in flesh-tone ink
on the back of hands,
THINK
we've pushed ourselves past the brink
in the name of progress
with everything always being
no more, no less
we cannot digress
because we are hellbound
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC
Terror is the tool of the weak,
inflicted in the hopes of turning a cut
into an infection.
And here it is,
sound the alarm to cut off the arm
for a wounded finger.
It is easier to be cowardly in the face of danger
until the moment the fear-mongering subsides
and introspective reflection reveals a collective shame,
the shame that we steeled our hearts out of fear,
and did not double down on our compassion,
as the prophet Jesus Christ of Nazareth did
in sacrifice of something bigger than just a god.
There's evil in the bunch, they say,
so the quickest solution is to burn the bunch.
You better pray to your god, then,
that no one survives,
for a hand reaching out for assistance,
in being rejected is a sin on both the aggrieved
and the denier, to be carried in the hearts
of our children like molten lead.
The surviving generation will remember, of course,
and the terror will be realized.
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 3:11 PM UTC