for a promise of safety tomorrow
given up our freedom to be happy today
couching our cowardice as god’s will
in silence of thought we seek redemption
spines turned to jelly in submission
we dream of the day of judgement
of standing erect with sins forgiven
foolish are we to think that our deeds
to please the tyrants will go unnoticed
we, who have lulled ourselves to sleep
with our acquiescence to deed of servitude
feel betrayed with neither safety nor salvation
and peace remained a pipe dream, oblivion
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”
Denying culpability for our own demise,
We commit harakiri a thousand times.
Writing our self obituaries, we
Hitch our sails to winds of wants.
Surrendering the wheels of our lives
To captains unknown,
Children of destiny
We squander our own rights.
Mastering the art of self victimization,
We mortgage our souls.
Seeking meaning without comprehension
We rue our fate and
Play the blame game.
Prisoners of our own deceit,
When all hopes are lost
We seek redemption
From an unknown god.