Righteous Blasphemy
Bitter is the sweetness of lifeas our bed we hay
so we lay
We made the path
crook and narrow
turned lofty grace
into gossamer lace
churned brotherly love
into glorified love
yet many beautiful mouth
would dare preach selflessness
We turned shame
into sophisticated game
humbleness to pettiness
faithfulness to nothingness
Bitter is the sweetness of life
as our bed we hay
so we lay
Show me an oak
without forest
show me a shark
without sea
show me a cloud
without firmament
Show me a choice
without freewill!
show me a freewill
without responsibility!
show me a sower
without seed
Show me a growth
without harvest
show me a creature
without creator!
show me a poem
without poet
Enough!
Along the line
blood in the vine
cauldron of retributive wine
for God is not mocked
Alas!
Poetry by chuma okafor
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Written on 2009-03-20 at 10:58
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