Leila Samarrai


The Truth - Poem by Leila Samarrai

Mystics listen to her
Cynics vomit her
Midwives truth-birth her
And since always
Welcome her on hands
That insidious trash
To fill their pitchers
With her feces.

Born from the spirit of pride
From the spleen of law
From the blood of forefathers
From the womb of lies
From seventy seven
Forgiveness

The fools loved her
Saints like a knick – knack
Showed her on the fair
Liars about her
Sexually fantasized

Ecce veritas
Spends her life next to Dionysius,
Bloodless turkey cocks and donkeys
Smell her sacred beak.
Crowned with laurels
Permeated with boredom
In the tasteful asylum
And she sings in blood
To dampened strings

While watching her reflection
In the lavatory of Hades
Remembers
Progenitrix
Now already an aging whore
Arose from the dream
To maintain the dream.

Topic(s) of this poem: truth

Form: Lyric


Comments about The Truth by Leila Samarrai

  • Shakil Ahmed (11/19/2015 7:33:00 AM)


    The fools loved her
    Saints like a knick – knack
    Showed her on the fair
    Liars about her- beautifully composed poetic lines, thanks for sharing
    Sexually fantasize
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 19, 2015



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