Oct 222012
The truth shall set you free they say
Free from what I ask?
Confess! Confess!! they shout with great vox
Let dead dogs lie dead, I scream back
Sneering faces bid you a clean breast to make
And I complain that their forgiveness is but fake
I am not dead and yet prepared for me is a pyre
Cursed with epilepsy, my child’s demise and godly ire
What difference will a confession make?
When it will not quench the flames of a burning stake
Amateur writer
Hmmm. It’s quite interesting and engaging.
Good.
Thanks. Considering I think it’s much too short
I don’t think it’s too short, I get the message and that is what really matters. Fitting title too, luckily we’ve come past those days. Or have we?
Oh? Glad I could condense my meaning so. We haven’t evolved past those days jare. Not in Nigeria anyways. We evolve a little and devolve a lot
Great. The brevity made it better.
I guess it’s common that other people see one’s writing differently from one. My favourite stuff have been bashed
and my meh stuff have been somewhat praised. Thanks for reading @kaycee
Apt, and interesting. Well done.
Thanks baby. I mean, @babyada
A lone voice this is, in a mix of poetic dudley-do-rights.
The message controversial though it may appear but very practicable.
One day, religious madness will be forever gone. Hopefully it won’t be replaced with existential/nihilistic lunacy
A mother accused of killing her dead and being told to confess the killing as a witch…that would be my own interpretation.
Wow….so much said in so few lines…genius!
I’m actually impressed. I was about giving up on writing implicit poems. Thanks! @Afronuts
Nice.
this is great work @Vescucci. i enjoyed every line. beautiful.
Oh wow. I’m glad. I wasn’t sure about this one so I’m glad it’s not so bad. Thanks again @ohmston
Very nice poem. My favourite lines are 7,9 and 10.
Thanks @chemokopi.