Fighting Still

Fighting Still

The bleak beaks of authority

peck my flesh,

and I slip unadorned towards

that dark stain,

placed upon my soul by Adam.

I see myself ill prepared

for the demands of this life.

The expectation that

I must conform,

fit in the box

for fear of expulsion

from the human race,

even when I perceive

gross distortions

to the universal dimension

in which we exist.

But that I will not have.

The very pigments

of art

that do not embrace reality

but simply draw upon

the dried up rhetoric of political ambition

do not exist for me.

And I will resist.

Squirm,

throw myself upon the suicidal swords

of integrity,

objectivity,

accountability,

openness,

honesty and

leadership.

There to die alone

knowing the lies

told in delusions of false folklore

by those who would

take my soul

and yours.

 

08/09/16

Reviews

[1VJ]

Seems a scoff at religion and also those in power, which ultimately tends to be the same thing. Well taken although controversial, 'delusions of false folklore' debatable by the masses.