love/oppression

Do you not have any shame?

For all your words of wisdom

Do you fall short of words at the sight of men?

How do you sleep at night knowing you made a perversion of the truth?

How do you sleep at night knowing you cut the roots of a blossoming tree and paved it with concrete?

You only seek the status quo, in all your pomp and flair, you are nothing but a slave, a cog in a machine

that goes round and round, making slaves of us all

slave to beauty

slave to money

slave to titles

It is not freedom you seek

it is not rest, nor is it family

your philosophies speak of veiled suns, colorful cages, barbed homes, and flowery prisons

it speaks of beauty without freedom

it speaks of a family without love

it speaks of a heart that stopped beating in passion

it speaks of a heart alive to the beeping of a heart monitor, barely alive, tied to the machine

Do you not have shame when you face another woman?

Do you not have any shame sentencing her to a life of meaningless servitude to a godless system?

Time and time again, you befriend and come laced with poisoned apples

To stab at the first sight of disobedience to a god that has no compassion, no love, no kindness, to a god that is merciless, to a God that demands sacrifice.

It is not god that you serve, it is the devil.

Behind your false smile and your proud heart

Lies a thousand lies that make up the bricks of your prison

Where you will rot and remain

Like pharaohs of the olden times

Buried in monuments, sent off with false promises of gold and goods in the afterlife

Brick by brick, an illusion

For the oxygen that gives life also rots the skin and flesh down to the bone

So whether you are buried under the meadow or deep within the pyramids

You will rot and remain with your lies

You say you are home, but a home is not a home where there is no dignity, equality, integrity

It is a house with a warden and prison inmates

Even a shed becomes a home if there is love

Even a prison becomes a monastery if there is self-reflection

It is not the walls that make us

It is not the doors that trap us

It is writing the wrongs as right.

It is twisting the truth that gives us a life sentence to the lies that make up our prison.