Salvation

My escape from Jehovah's Witnesses

Masters, shepherds, watchers, guides

The key to salvation you claim to hold

Behind your eyes a serpent hides

And your 'Truth' proves to be hard and cold.

 

I'm tired of your lying ways

Deceived and blind you offer 'love'

Groundless hope and faithless praise

Then, when we fall, a heartless shove.

 

You held for us a torch too high

An angry moon and far-off stars

You forbid free thought and drown our cry

In a sky of black, behind steel bars.

 

In your prison we long dwelt

Content to suffer in His name

But as you deal you shall be dealt

Before His face the sheep you maim.

 

Salvation is your word for it

We were butterflies with pinned wings

But now we know it was all s**t

Your judgement flames as freedom rings.

 

2/21/2004

Author's Note

Please forgive the flood of mixed metaphors. I was a bit emotional.

Reviews

[Irfan]

Hi Susanna,I have heard a lot about you,and everytime the word "writerscafe" comes to my mind ,I feel your name creeping behind it to mark its presence.Well,I think that I liked Salvation more than other of your poems(although I have not read all of them-which is partial on their part).
Aweful,as it was,and extraaa-ordinary too,for your emotions were transferred to me.....

[Susanna F]

I'm glad you liked it. How have you "heard a lot" about me? Just curious.