Slavery

Slavery

A Poem by Kenneth The Poet

Why is it so?

Why do men and women
of the Christian ilk
act so self-flagellating,
so I'm not worthy
when they praise
the god that loves them?

It's back-a*s-wards
bizarre in my not-so
humble opinion.

They are so Wayne,
so Garth to the
goddamn extreme.

And they do it
to the music of
Yentl  almost,
this sad, pathetic
fiddle echoes in the
background even though
they should be happier
than a pig in s**t.

This must be due to
the slave mentality that
the irreligious one
talk about,
the mental slavery
that they broke away from.

I guess the
Christian guilt trip
Ponzi schemata
only works if
Jesus so meek,
Jesus so mild,
is presented with
the Howitzer of Hell
from just behind the veil.

Either way
its sliced,
its diced,
there is only
nihilism
in the sacrifice
that is Jesus Christ.

And my rejecting him
is murdering him,
hanging him on that
addition sign
even though he died
after three hours of
non-hellish torture and
three days of seeming
death, even though he
could just Satan and sin
with just a whiff of his
wretched halitosis.

But maybe I'm the one
that's self-flagellating,
that's self-mutilating,
that's self-martyring
by listening to hours
upon hours of
Baptist-oriented
radio programming.

Yet, the gods of history
tend to be the ideals of
humankind's most extreme
personality types, and
those types tend to give out
dire convictions to those
who won't tow the line.

And we fall for it because
we are the lambs of god,
the lambs in the waiting line
for the heavenly slaughterhouse.

And the ones that champion
human existence, the ones
that bring us the fire of survival
and the light of knowledge,
wind up being chained forever
to a mountain as eagles feast
on their livers.

No wonder I shiver
at the prospect of
divine punishment,
real or not.

And yet, I'm not
afraid because
what comes
will come.

And the zealots can
keep sucking god's pud
forever and ever, Amen!

© 2011 Kenneth The Poet


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Men are who create the sheep in man, contemplating the shepherd’s meal… Cannibals who feast upon those who will not seek answers for themselves…I don’t need wool to keep me warm, I’ve got whiskey for that…

Thought Provoking Write!
RLG,
Tommy


Posted 13 Years Ago


I'm still laughing at 'his wretched halitosis'.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Firstly I want to say that I am a Christian. I understand and know that there is alot of hypocrisy among the belivers but thats not the case for everyone of us. I love God because He is great and loving and merciful and I try to live by His Word- I believe that is the way it should be. However that is not the way it always is and so I personally apologize of any Christian has given you reason to think that we are all like this- we are not! But I do and will continue to stand strong in my beliefs. I agree with Chris, dont blame God or the belief, question just the imperfect believers who should be trying harder. Back to the poem, it is filled with emotions, I always admire this about poets. Look forward to reading more:)

Posted 13 Years Ago



And we fall for it because
we are the lambs of god,
the lambs in the waiting line
for the heavenly slaughterhouse.

And the ones that champion
human existence, the ones
that bring us the fire of survival
and the light of knowledge,
wind up being chained forever
to a mountain as eagles feast
on their livers.
I like everyone, have my own doubts My guess is this sensationalism we call Christianity is nothing more than chicken little screaming the Sky is falling ! We as a people are evolving .And yet we still cannot escape the carnival Barker entertaining us with a good ole christian roast over the fires of damnation..

Posted 13 Years Ago


I like the stanza:

And we fall for it because
we are the lambs of god,
the lambs in the waiting line
for the heavenly slaughterhouse.

Everyone is an atheist, some people just take it one god further.

Posted 13 Years Ago


There's a rolodex of Churches -not confusing in the least
all because people argued about what they wanted to believe.
People shopped for the one that fit and if it didn't exist
they just went and created it.

Not once have I put a single person down - for what they feel
they need believe... that favor is seldom returned.
I don't blame the belief - I blame the believers.

Posted 13 Years Ago


yes....but do you have an opinion? lol.....letting it out of the floodgates can feel pretty good eh? I love when people are not afraid to let it hang out. Nice work....

Posted 13 Years Ago


slit artery

Posted 13 Years Ago


An excellent write depicting how one can be made to feel in the face of hypocrisy and honey laced with lies.....

Posted 13 Years Ago



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