Do Not Judge My Ways - Poem by Rik Bertrand
You can tear someone apart without ripping them to shreds,
You can silence the soul without cutting off the heads.
The bad can be punished in more dreadful and cruel ways,
So that they have to live with their spite, to the end of their days.
I am not a shrinking violent; I am strong with my prose,
You must understand the words and voice that I chose.
To rip a man's heart out does not satisfy my means.
I want him to slowly have suffer in all of his dreams.
I do not retreat in what I say or do, I am subtle in mind
Do not think that I am futile, for I am truly not kind.
My stories tell truth without restrictions of sort,
Life can be cryptic, and we must diligently report.
I shall not be judged by those that have no basic idea,
And of those words written about me, I shall never fear.
I am strong in my writings; I am strong in my convictions
And because of this, I care not for life's restrictions.
REB (MAY 2012) because some judge, only because they don't understand)
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