photo from Pexels by artist Clem Onojeghuo
a poem by Joshua Brown
Woman without a king is lost,
Not by nature, but chosen lot.
Flashy lure cast into water
Tempting man to slaughter.
A mother cast her demon spell
A myth of survival ghost indwelt
Where did the child disappear to
The witch circumcised her, a Jew.
You are mine, the pagan horde
You are mine, the Jewish sword
Casting down the cross of Christ
Kill the King! My son pays the price
Little baby daughters innocent of sin
Superstition killed the next of kin.
Flames engulfed the minivan
Smoke by tornado fanned
Terror, terror! Cried the one
Masked but with concealed gun.
I did the best I could to you
But do not to me in lieu
I brought you in, I'll take you out
But you musn't bother to shout
The neighbors will hear the piano
And we will suffer, die dishonored
Where is dad. He didn't respond.
Probably dead in the river drowned.
Anxious attention to detail
Mind your P's and Q's without fail
Dumb coward who never tried
Fed himself, for himself cried
Still defends abusers as kind
For the good times again he pined.
Suicidal thoughts had flooded in
Raking through the debris of sin
Spanking broke through but not
The way the spankers had thought
Bringing rebellion and fornication
The Hebrew 12 rules condemnation
Surrender to the naive fool with whip
The whip you'll take till to Hell you slip
Pray for me, pray for this wicked man
For if you do not pray, more wickedly I'll stand
How wicked is this man because you do not pray!
Because you do not pray, in wickedness I'll stay.
Mystic magic words I'll use in hate
Of those who abused my fate
Stinging words of condemnation
By those who seek justification.
Conjuring demons to make love to me
Conjuring demons to set me free.
Scripts that I imagined might have worked
Recipes of disaster while basics shirked.
Simple little patterns that make the world
Patterns I rejected, patterns of flags unfurled
I built myself a town of lies
For my little child lost I cried.
I could have had a moment.
She could have had a moment.
The child is alone and desperate.
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