Who lied to us about god and goddesses,
was it Santa with his coal and gifts,
Easter Bunny and his chocolate eggs,
Snow White and her Eve-ish apple?
Well-painted icons and images point to pathways
that Society would have us follow
like little pack mules, like asses, like good little lambs
being led to a slaughter of many kinds.
Folding our hands and swinging little patent shoes in pews
too tall for feet to fit firmly on the ground,
did us no good, even if we held that wafer on our tongues
hoping it would never dissolve.
Truly, learning that beatings
with a stick no rounder than a thumb
was acceptable on a page you shoved in my face
just before the judge called us in, closed the book for me
and I had no more dinners with you
where I cracked chicken bones for the marrow.
We are lied to in every quarter, still: Every advertisement
is based on greed, not truth; each politician made their way
with one hand on the bible, the other in the grip of evil;
men say, “Death ‘til we part” and really mean the whole
of it is “’til death do we part.” Oh yes, that is about as close
to real no matter how it is said, or acted out over wedding feasts.
I was spoonfed fairytales the same as all the others
where little girls were eaten first by the wicked witch
living in the gingerbread house but I am not listening anymore.
You all ate my home. There are no just desserts.
Author notes
Prompt: Lies under 40 lines (28)
In a list
A contest entry
- don't rush 2 by layla..
300 points, ended October 26, 2007, 12 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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i liked it... very powerful and it burns as one reads along... good luck!
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ty pen friend, for the comment and for the silver trophy.
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in your face with social commentary. a good take on the prompt. at times it felt like a rant more than a poem though.
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poets can't rant? OMG, I must erase all I thought..
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Great words from great poetess heart.
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ty Michael Thomas.... I so rant on, don;'t I? But damned if it ought not be said by someone.
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the mystery continues...how does something grow out of it's opposite?
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lol I dunno, burning bras? We are much kinder if fed real truths.
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So clearly you see and speak the Truths, that even good people do not think of.
Thank God, for Seers like you to bring these atrocities to the forefront...
"I was spoonfed fairytales the same as all the others
where little girls were eaten first by the wicked witch
living in the gingerbread house but I am not listening anymore.
You all ate my home. There are no just desserts."
With head bowed I thank you, Scribe.
~ Nicky♥
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ah, and we are so glad that white knights are no longer needed...aren't you?
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