The Confession. Poem by Obrie Writes

To whom a concern arises,
-Forgive me
For I have sinned.

Some goons spoke of
Patriotism,
The love that delivers.
I too fell for the romantics
Of a beautiful nation
And I've earned cuffs
For loving the nation my way.

All I asked was,
'Where do taxes go? "
But the jury insists
That treason is my crime.

Before you it's me,
The mortal sinner,
Who expressed his freedom,
The liberty to talk
About she that disappeared
With funds for our road.

I am the down town guy
The sinner who loved lots
That I rejected EFRIS
It's me, that the cells guard

Forgive me dear Nation
For loving you my way
Forgive me dear country
For loving you poorly.

© Obrie Writes.