Daddy Bear Posted March 24, 2007 Share Posted March 24, 2007 Hail the mob in lockstep, hear the jackboots on the floor A simple job to sidestep what the man was standing for The gait becomes a goosestep, and they're marching as to war. They conquer north and south, they plant the banner of his mercy A song in every mouth, and yet the soul for blood is thirsty I raise my hand in doubt; they blindly crucify and curse me. They claim the sky above, though none has ever turned a cheek Serpents all, in dove disguise of feathers, wings and beak Roll on with bastard love, my friends; en masse hypocritique. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AwdreeHpburn Posted March 25, 2007 Share Posted March 25, 2007 not entirely sure I get it but I do like the rhyme scheme and edginess...... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
brokenbird Posted April 18, 2007 Share Posted April 18, 2007 oooops wrong poem. but since i'm here.... Very Moving Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Daddy Bear Posted April 19, 2007 Author Share Posted April 19, 2007 Somebody got it! I could kiss you. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
brokenbird Posted April 19, 2007 Share Posted April 19, 2007 ..................... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
karvala Posted April 23, 2007 Share Posted April 23, 2007 Superb. An indictment on the hypocrisy of violence and intolerance in the name of religion, presumably, and a masterful piece of writing. Very impressive! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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