I thought my brain was frozen like my
heart - but now I find my brain is made
of stone useless for analytic computer,
my brain fails - anxiety the bane of my
life - completely defenseless against
arrogance, open threat & aggression
Coming from a perfect saint teaching
creed to the Pharisees of Jerusalem
as she has never made a mistake in
her life - as she believes - and has a
mission to burn me at the stake since
I'm a heathen Pratchett acolyte who
Claims we made up the gods & that
includes her god also - thus Sisters
Self-Righteous and Apartheid-Jane
find it offensive that I use their divine
godliness in prayer and obtain results
YET I refuse to bow to church creed
I'm a bent reed Christ refused to break
BUT now they'll show Him how they'll
crucify the sinner they identified & I'm
as mute before my divine persecutors
as Christ was - though anxiety makes
my muscles twitch - and wonder now
Did Christ with his Crown of Thorns -
feel the same?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Margaret, a thought-provoking poem. I had to look up a couple of words. I take it that you have disagreements with a person of another religion. I have been in that position many times, so I relate. I like the ending. Thanks for sharing. Live long and prosper.