the Decent

the Decent

you will never look me in the eyes
tell me the truth or accept my mother’s cries

you ignore the blood you put on my hands
in my name
you rapped my father’s land
in my name
you made war-plans
in my name
you invaded desert sands
in my name
you made terrorist demands

as you baldheaded serpent in the sky
burst into flames
you add me to your war-games
I can see your Liberty w****s the same
psychotic deranged violent dame
so pass me the bottle
then pass me the blame
and I ll pass you the shame
of this twisted fame
and tainted reign

as your black gold raises
you ignore the children's gazes
their world still blazes
your nuclear light still amazes
and you’re still singing Satin’s praises

I can feel the snake in my abdomen
alone I dwelled in the Vatican
not alone I created and sat in sin
not alone but taught by him

... I try to flee
but you get me to agree
to this Bill of Rights raping spree
you have me crying on one knee
in front of your God’s Flaming tree
so I pull out my titanium plated apathy
choke the trigger and set us both free

and I’m screaming until my eyes go red
not in my name
will hungry children go unfed
not in my name
will the innocent be left for dead
and they’ll whisper my name
when asked who removed
this dragon’s head

--Z.Silas Herrera

Reviews

[Kristallo]

That was a powerful and moral piece you've written. It's obvious that you have strong ideals and terse disappointment in the horrors that are carried out in the name of God. "I can see your Liberty w****s the same
psychotic deranged violent dame." This verse was the most significant to me, it's so fluid and ingenious! I really enjoyed your sharp religious metaphors, the bloody piety, it was really moving. Good job. :)

[Damien Dsoul]

If there's God talking, I sure hope he wouldn't make use of this poem of yours. Entranced was I by the poem's doom-like, gloomy voice. Even though it doesn't appeared to be rushed, there's still that snake-crawl of fear that tickles through the back of my neck just from listening to the narrator's words in this poem. It's riverting in as much as it's packed with beautiful metaphor and allusion.