The colony
My faith was tested by the colony
The cross bore into my chest like multiple sessions of ECGS
I thought I had forgotten what it was to feel like an honest me!
The strength of survival of the fittest
Compelled hope to flee
Or save me
My choice
Brainwashed for a profit
A racquet
Insidious to true inequality
I’m here
I’m an insurgent
Indulgently
Indignant to all the two faced flags
Denying
denoting
Independent thought
For the books to be written
of/
Off
philosophy
Clouded the dogma that corrupts those who believe in their infallibility
Water – a drop
A drop.
A drop.
A drop
Do not judge me
For my sapling survival
a birth of a scape goat to inscribe the words of a free spirit
With no country
I claim as my own
I am who I choose as my identity
Borderless
No government
No political movement can discriminate against my spirit
For I denounce those who cannot see the truth
In front of them
even when they kneel
Before nature
The only divine death
With nothing to face.
Sincerely,
The unknown scripture of abandonment sans fear
Posted on Aug 3, 2021, in POETRY, STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS COLLECTION and tagged Beliefs, Creative Writing, Culture & identity, freedom, humanity, Life, Nature, poems, spirituality, Thoughts, writing prompts. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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