Know Your Truth Poem by Melvina Germain

One may toss and turn the scripture and manipulate word and phrase
you see. But the truth is in the fire, and the flame burns deep in
philosophy. Aaron’s rod stretched far, no such almonds do blossoms
bear, but a people born of manipulation walks steady for the longest
robe one wears.
Today the invisible staff brings forth and sprouts them from the helm.
Fools, Uncle Toms, glorified sheep, followers hanging on the edge of
every word a fair father names. Its sprouts are deadly weapons who
live the old man’s game.
A gift of jest, hidden beneath a perpetrators sleeve, no follower stands
aware. Words cut sharp scarlet blades of steel, and what one shouts and
blatantly displays, only a fool would reveal. Abiotic becomes the soul
as true life has long since passed. While erection is in the body of flesh,
one’s corpse returns to ash.
Snow driven heart, obstructed and brutalized, judgemental slurs forge
through. The coal you wear upon the exterior, no longer ought belong
to you. Silk and fine you walk in suits but exclusion finds you soon.
No place at the table where a fair father dines, that’s how much he
thinks of you.
Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: Oct.25/2014