WARNING -- This poetry may incense and inspire. Attacking religion, science, and conventional views on reality.
SPEAK TRUTH TO POWER
by Park Teter
On my soul I've etched a scar
Lest in Heaven I forget,
And at the banquet promised there
Deny the hunger of the zek.
Zeks were prisoners in the Hell
Beneath the Worker's Paradise;
Solzhenitsyn dared to speak
The truth about their tortured lives.
But Stalin's crimes were child's play
Learned in the nursery of God,
Who drives his battered children mad
With deeds of hate and words of love.
When an angel pours the wine,
I shall stand to speak a toast:
"To tortured man!" I'll drink, then
Hurl the chalice at my host.
But if in after-dinner hymns
I, too, bleat that butcher's praise,
May I feed eternal flames
Beneath the sheep the Butcher saves.
Ambrose Bierce and I both approve.
Mogtepyigsoloth 2 years ago
that was great i am very inspired
dubdubdubbers 3 years ago
I have been on the internet for a looong time, and I'm fairly emotionless, but this was touching. Well played.
cyberdemon107 3 years ago
That was quite nice. Good job!
ArchMageZeratuL 3 years ago