Set Me Free Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

The monastery in hood
In tunnel the vision sees dark
To seek spiritual bliss
The air has the chants
Rituals of flexion for freedom of mind
That makes you fly aspace
The devil lies deep
Virgin nun with priest
Dark desires are fathered
Without name
Young boys play poker
No green fields for the game
Continue the tandem
Of abject ignorance
From the pull of the pulpit sucked
Back to disintegrate
The last prison of redemption
Was the mummer of suppressed emotion
To live the only life
Hit the head hard to the wall of wailing
Of stones kissed in millennia
Speak is it it
Or is it not
Then set me free
4/9/2009