Power

 

 photo from Pexels by artist cottonbro

 

 

a poem by Joshua Brown

 

 

Oh my God

The stress of the bus

Sitting among the wild

Fighters

Abusers

Screamers

Laughers

 

Am not I one of them

Broken by my own hand

Strangled by my own rope

Inhuman?

 

I saw the messenger

Reach from his throne

Cast out the wicked

As chaff.

 

I had no choice

For I forfeited choice

With the choices I made

In the years gone by

 

Crush the leaven!

Burn the dross!

 

Leave not alive the dead!

 

For in the noise of chaos

Stands a king.

Foreskins cast about as seeds

Sowed to a violent harvest

 

Pray to the king.

That he slay you not

With the rebellious children of Adam

 

For the king is not a son of Adam

He is the legless serpent that speaks

He is the songwriter and light

 

Many that sat at his banquets

Have committed unalive

 

 

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