When the indefensible is defended,
Truth becomes the victim;
For our self interests,
We swallow our independence, and
Clock our intelligence
In language of the learned;
Ah, for the gullible,
And of minds simple,
The believers,
Honesty and integrity
Uncompromised,
Happy to rest their guilt,
On shoulders of the learned,
They march with their
Heads held high;
After all, everything that’s
Greek and Latin,
Must be the words of God,
Mere mortals they,
Who are they to question;
For the roof over their heads,
Life is mortgaged to
The banks,
And their heads?
Charlatans have a
Lien on that.
Tag: God
Dragonfly
Sunrays filtering through her translucent wings,
As she rose effortlessly,
What a beauty she was,
Pure and unspoiled,
As I ran after her,
Oblivious,
She hopped from flower to flower,
Oh such a beautiful day,
Shiny and bright,
Such a joy it was,
To be with the
Dragonfly in flight.
Why did you steal my
Childhood from me,
You, who dress in piety,
Those lips that proclaim the
Name of God incessantly,
How can it hide teeth so sharp,
Shredding me to pieces,
You who proclaim special days
For children, women and mothers,
Speak of the divine and of heaven,
Did you ever think of hell,
When you stole my childhood
From me and left me to rot,
In your hell.
The wings are now torn,
No more translucent,
They don’t reflect
the sunlight no more,
Its limp body shaking,
The dragonfly lies in the
Palm of my hand,
I close my fist,
Darkness.
There goes a monster,
He says,
Piously calling God,
And
Praying for my salvation.
Ah, do you notice
The dark shadows
Of sin
As the saints
March in.
Timing Matters
I kept silent
To buy peace
I kept silent
To get my
Wants fulfilled
I kept silent
For safety and security
I kept silent
For homogeneity
Now silenced
Neither did I
Buy peace
Nor freedom
For perceived safety
Bartered freedom
Forgetting history
And the millions
Who paid the price
Of my silence
With their lives
Taking shelter
Behind God’s will
To justify silence
As the powerful
Cavorted
And now chained
I suffer
Feeding the ego
Of a narcissist
And sleeping with
A cobra
Exciting but deadly
Pound of flesh
Will be extracted
Foolish to think
God created the
Gas chambers
Time to remain silent
Long past
Timing matters
Dance of the pious
When they look away
From the lies
And condone it
Because the liar
Serves their purpose
Truth sheds a solitary tear
And the Crocodiles smile
Somewhere the forgotten call
For a thousand year reich
Raises its ugly head
As goose stepping lemmings
Joyous in a macabre dance
Hail the false messaiah
Bell tolls for the masses
As correctness misguided
Rules the day
God, forlorn, irrelevant, ponders
If ends justify the means
A river dies for progress: RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge # 246 Narrow & Minded
This post is in response to Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Challenge .
She wants to live
The idea that germinated as a short story became a poem because of my inability to sit still for a long time to write a story. While the words just flow for a poem, I stumble in writing a story. I realized the poem became long. My apologies.
Her name is not important, a Jane Doe will do
At times she was called by various names
Sweetie pie, princes, baby, love, and whore, Continue reading “She wants to live”
One-Liner Wednesday – Conspiracy
This post is in response to Linda’s #1OneLinerWednesday.
I always wonder if a dogs are able to give unconditional love because they have the same alphabets as God, but than what about dogs in other languages?
Must be another conspiracy of those good old Brits to call the canines dogs.
Skooby will really like to sleep on that conspiracy thought.
Did Linda really say it has to be a one liner?
O thou pure of heart
Black is Beautiful
As I survey far and wide
Sitting high on my perch
Resplendent in my
God given color
That I flaunt
With pride
Won’t give an inch
I will fight
With all my might
For my rights
This photo was taken by the author on December 25, 2018 at Desert View Point parking lot in Grand Canyon Desert View drive. I was struck by the beauty of the bird’s jet black color and could not care less attitude.