This Ragged Saviour
By alphadog1
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This ragged saviour,
Born in a graveyard,
Slowly slouches on;
From pillars pellucid ,
In words exclusive
Towards common song.
Here to be separated, There to be consecrated ;
Seeking those that belong.
Children were in awe,
of his mighty “law”,
For loves light shone;
From dove’s sweet flight.
Lighter laughter grew,
Among dawns drewń,
That sought the new sun shared in delight,
Separated segregated: one.
From child to men grew,
The “segregated” few,
The light of eyes shone;
Away from soft song.
Into darkness lines lies,
In questioning crime,
The words walls of night,
Cutting away the plight: The wheat from the chaff.
Paid for in “sweet” cash.
His bride rips the skin
Of her offering,
The fiery fruit she holds.
But its crust is thick
Torn by bit fingers
Blistered with stings.
The flesh ripped away
discarded today Is cleaved in sour sects,
Made of intellect.
Times such a bitter pill,
Given in soft spills,
Leading to pulling
against terse telling
of intellect wells
Against the sobbing
The crashing, bashing hysterical thrashing,
Of church brassy bells.
The price for her wedding
Is up for “Sweet” selling
Where the bidder is known
By such clamorous calls
It is –merely- the end of it all.
© adh 2015
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Some very powerful images
Some very powerful images here.
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