LIBRA

A poem that kills societal ego.

Let the demons rule the day

And angels fall and sent away.

People grin in evil smiles,

Priests proclaiming God's profile,

But who condemns the poor oppressed

And says they're worthy and abreast?

They put their thrones in golden busts

But still, their crowns are merely dusts!

They hide in glorious praying guns,

In god-like money, praying nuns,

Cry in public, pity-like,

Still it's gold wall that they strike.

Amen, amen, they say to you

And pray that soul of yours be new,

But when they hide in darkness, then,

You hear them 'damn' and not 'amen'!

O hypocrites! O hypocrites!

Once a writer never writ.

Truth is hidden down below,

The money's shadow greets hello.

Christians go in four-walled house

Of what they say is our God's spouse.

But look at them, you'll surely nod,

For money is what they treat god!

Look! the demons show their grin

And angels cut their wings to sin,

Love to lust, not lust to love,

Dove to hawk, not hawk to dove.

Dusk to dawn, we change of heart,

For we see demons never part.

Notice good, it often fails

For we, His people, break the rails!

See all good in every one;

Well, that's a rule obeyed by none.

Demon horns, we clearly see,

But halos, we will never see.

Holiness proclaim no good

For hypocrites proclaim all fraud.

Indeed, demons rule the day

For we ignore what angels say!

Author's Note

This is not an atheist poem. It speaks more of the society and not of religion.

Reviews

[Sunkissed Circus]

This is very, very impressive. I wish I could write poetry like that.

It's also very appropriate; far too often we see only the negative side of a story and the positive is noticed significantly less. We dwell on the bad instead of looking and hoping for the good.

I am super excited to read more!

[Sonneteer]

Thank you for the compliment. Actually that was written 4 years ago, when i was in 4th year high. i'll try to look for other poems i wrote. i think they're about 110. :)