They came for me,
They came for me!
In uniform they came in rank,
And told me to believe!
And told me to believe!
One reached for me,
Yes, one reached for me!
And I fell before his hand;
I fell before his hand.
Against a fence,
against a cold metal fence,
They questioned me, and
I wept, bitterly, for
They told me to believe!
And on that cold floor did I weep,
On that cold floor I did weep, and
I had no one to console me.
There was no one to console me.
In some darkness there, alone.
In that darkness there, alone.
Friday, November 2, 2007
A Dream
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2 comments:
Wow...you're going to give me nightmares...that was dramatic...I like it...
For the record, this poem has absolutely NOTHING to do with my views of faith, religion, and spirituality. I am in no way a cynic on such issues and much of my poetry surely reflects that.
This was inspired fairly word-per-word by an actual nightmare I had.
My hunch is this dream has something more to do with the future treatment of people OF faith, then the historical (or present) treatment of people without faith by established religious institutions.
I honestly feel as if this is some kind of omen of what's to come.
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